NovelOnlineIn the exclusive lounge of the RiverCity Clubhouse, the atmosphere was lively.
The man seated at the head of the table, dressed in a tailor-made suit, had an expression so neutral it was impossible to gauge his mood. Yet, even without uttering a single word, his aura of authority was enough to dominate the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSitting to his right, a man raised his glass. “Mr. Ferguson, we're fully committed to this project. Whatever RF needs, consider it done." Profit was a secondary concern. The primary goal was to forge a connection with the RF Group. In RiverCity, hitching your wagon to RF's star was a dream many shared. Starting with a collaborative project seemed like a good way to show sincerity, with the details to be figured out later. However, it appeared that such gestures of goodwill no longer impressed RF.
Bryant glanced at his watch, then stood up nonchalantly. "If there's nothing innovative on the table, we'll wait for the Marketing Department's feedback." Technically, Bryant didn't need to attend this low-level networking event. He was actually next door, catching up with his childhood friends, when York Carlson roped him into this. Hearing this, Alaric shot a desperate look at York, seeking help. He was dating York's cousin, which was the only reason York, and by extension, Bryant, had even shown up. York was here as a favor to his cousin, who had sung Alaric's praises. York had expected something impressive, not the lackluster presentation that was laid out before them. Scanning the room, York realized that even an intern at RF could have done a better job than what was presented. It seemed Alaric was just another guy riding on his partner's coattails.
York's patience was thinning, but he kept his response mild. "It's up to Mr. Ferguson. We'll wait for the news." Bryant, disinterested in the proceedings, had already made his way out. Heading to the restroom, he ran into Kevin.
"Mr. Ferguson..." Bryant, always cautious, had left people to keep an eye on Mrs. Ferguson in Vista Town. So any unusual activity there would immediately be reported back to him. Today, Kevin seemed hesitant to share the news.
Bryant's expression darkened. "Is there trouble on her end?” The “her” in question was obvious.
"Not exactly... Kevin hesitated, then corrected himself, "In a way, yes." From the perspective of their boss, it was certainly trouble. Bryant's face tensed up, and he quickly headed towards the exit, asking, “What happened?" His voice betrayed a hint of anxiety.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTwo years ago, when Jane had a car accident and ended up in the lake, Bryant was beside himself with worry, searching the waters day and night. Back then, no one could talk him down, not even his grandfather. With Jane gone, there was no one left to influence him. Now, the mere hint of her being in trouble was unbearable.
Kevin felt sympathy but had to relay the message. “Mrs. Ferguson..." He corrected himself quickly, "Ms. Webster, has been seen with Mr. Ford." Apparently, they were spotted together, hand in hand, and looking very intimate. Mrs. Ferguson, now Ms. Webster, was even seen leaning into Mr. Ford's embrace, a level of affection she and Bryant had rarely shown publicly.
In the early days, Bryant was always distant. Eventually, it seemed Jane m had grown cold too seeing the photos, Kevin couldn't help feeling happy for Jane, yet he pitied his boss. It was a tale of missed opportunities and unfortunate fate.
Bryant's tall frfroze momentarily, then he continued to the parking lot, his stride becoming steady again, as if nothing was amiss. He muttered two words that Kevin barely caught, "That's good." Kevin was at a loss for words.
As Bryant reached his car, a sudden summer downpour began, drenching his hair and soaking his shit. The rain blurred around him, but he seemed not to notice, stepping into his car without betraying any emotion.
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