Inside the spacious meeting room, Albert sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable.

With the Waston Group's former president's passing, the shareholders were embroiled in a fierce fight for power. Melissa entered, breaking the tension with a simple, "Mr. Waston!"

Albert's response was a quiet nod, a brief acknowledgment before he instructed, "Sit down."

The meeting stretched from the late afternoon into the night, ending at ten. Despite the physical discomfort, the attendees departed swiftly, leaving Albert alone, massaging his temples in the now-quiet conference room.

Melissa brewed a cup of coffee for Albert and set it before him.