Chapter 35

Chapter 35:
Brandon cast a cold glance around the room, ensuring everyone understood the consequences.
“Meeting adjourned,” Brandon announced, standing and walking swiftly from the room.
Eugene accompanied Brandon back to the CEO’s office. Noticing Brandon sink into the executive chair and rub his forehead tiredly, Eugene instructed an assistant to bring coffee immediately.
Brandon massaged his temples, briefly closing his eyes. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him. He knew perfection was unattainable, especially within a massive corporation like Watson Group, where internal problems naturally arose. He understood that clearly.
But lately, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the fatigue ran deeper than usual.
He heard footsteps approaching, followed by the soft sound of a cup being placed on the desk.
“Brandon, drink some water,” Eugene’s voice came softly. “You’ve been working too late lately. You need to take care of yourself. I added that special essence you like.” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn.net
Oddly, the voice sounded familiar to Brandon.
When Brandon opened his eyes, he saw Eugene standing there, not Millie. Looking down, he saw only a steaming cup of coffee on the desk.
A faint tension pulled at Brandon’s lips, and he pressed them together in silence.
“Mr. Watson, do you not want coffee?” Eugene asked, noticing Brandon’s mood. Brandon’s brow furrowed slightly, unsure of his own complicated feelings.
“I know it’s usually Mrs. Watson who gets your water ready,” Eugene said apologetically. “I couldn’t find whatever essence she adds, and you looked exhausted, so I just brought you coffee.”
Yes, it had always been Millie beside him during late nights at work.
Brandon closed his eyes again, feeling his headache intensify.
“Should I give Mrs. Watson a call and check with her?” Eugene asked carefully.
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“That won’t be necessary,” Brandon answered quietly.
Eugene gave a small nod, and the office fell back into stillness.
The quiet felt strange, almost unnatural.
Brandon couldn’t remember the space ever feeling this hushed. The silence began to grate on him, stirring a wave of frustration.
“What exactly is happening this month?” he asked, cutting through the silence.
“Do you mean in terms of work, Mr. Watson?” Eugene asked in return.
“That’s right.”
“Well, back then, Mrs. Watson usually took care of the smaller issues first, like what happened today with the manager. You only got involved when something really needed your attention, so…”
Brandon opened his eyes and glanced at Eugene.
Catching the unspoken message, Eugene shifted uncomfortably and said, “Mr. Watson, I take full responsibility. I should have handled it better.”
Brandon didn’t come down hard on him. He simply shook his head slightly. “Where’s the contract for the new partnership?”
Eugene lowered his gaze. “I’m sorry, Mr. Watson. The team hasn’t sorted it out yet.”
Brandon let out a slow sigh and motioned for him to go.
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