The next day, as soon as Tristan Grayson entered the company, he saw all the employees standing neatly at the entrance. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

He frowned and looked at Henry Archer, who had come to greet him, with a hint of displeasure. "What’s going on?"

"Boss, the new president is coming to inspect the company today. Of course, we have to make the best possible impression."

"Henry Archer, how many times have I told you? Instead of wasting time sucking up to superiors, you’d be better off using your brain to figure out how to improve performance! It seems you’ve seen I’m down on my luck lately and don’t want to work with me anymore, is that it? If you don’t want to stick with me, I’d be more than happy to send you over to Ian Shaw."

Hearing this, Henry Archer was so terrified he almost fell to his knees. "Boss, I was wrong."

Tristan Grayson’s cold eyes narrowed as he roared, "Get them back to their workstations, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Watching Henry Archer run off, an extremely irritated Tristan Grayson yanked off his tie. As he walked, he also undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

Once inside his office, he kicked over a chair, then threw his jacket and tie onto the floor.

He sat on the sofa, suppressing his immense anger.

Down in the lobby, Henry Archer saw that the employees had all dispersed.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief and patted his chest. ’That boss of mine is truly unreasonable.’

He had just finished his private complaint when, not even a second later, he saw a Mercedes-Benz pull up outside the main entrance. He straightened his jacket and hurried out to greet them.

’The other employees can’t be here, but if I go, it will at least show that my boss is taking this seriously.’

But Henry Archer was mistaken. Before he could even get to the car to open the door, a burly man pushed him aside.

The man bent down and opened the car door.

The person who stepped out of the car was a woman.

The woman wore a white suit and bright red high heels, with a cascade of large, golden-blonde curls. She was both alluring and beautiful.

He couldn’t help but stare, completely captivated.

After the woman got out of the car, another woman—this one refined-looking, in a black suit and black-framed glasses—immediately walked over. She clutched a folder to her chest, glanced at him coldly, and asked, "Sir, are you the one assigned to greet our President Summers?"

"President Summers? Oh, yes, yes, that’s me. I’m President Grayson’s assistant, Henry Archer. President Grayson specifically sent me to welcome President Summers." Henry snapped back to reality, flustered, and quickly wiped his mouth before forcing a smile.

Hearing this, Mika Summers’s lips curved into a cold smirk. "Specifically to welcome me?"

"Yes, specifically to welcome you. Specifically." In the past, he would never have spoken in such a groveling manner. But now, for his boss’s sake, for the very survival of LK, he could only suck up to others like this.

"In that case, please lead the way," Jessica Archer said in a cold voice, gesturing for him to proceed.

"Yes."

The moment Mika Summers stepped into the company, a ripple of unease went through the employees.

The new president was a woman? And a young, beautiful one at that?

A buzz of discussion erupted instantly, and all sorts of wild rumors began to fly.

Led by Henry Archer, Mika Summers and her group went straight to the president’s office.

Tristan Grayson didn’t know why, but he felt an oppressive weight in his chest. He went to the break room, fetched a bottle of red wine, and had two glasses, which helped to quell some of his anger.

He glanced at the documents on his desk, then shoved them aside and leaned back in his chair, agitated.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Tristan Grayson glanced over impatiently and said coldly, "Come in."

Henry Archer turned the handle, pushed the door open, and stepped aside. "President Summers, please come in."