Arthur's POV
“Good day, sir,”
“Your welcome, Mr. Floyd,”
Their greetings followed me as I walked through the hallways of Floyd Empire. My steps were precise and in no need for interaction, so I did not respond to any of their greetings.
I could feel everyone's discomfort at the sight of me, but some people still dare to murmur gossips. Unfortunately, their words were loud enough for me to hear.
“Isn't that Arthur?”
“He is,”
“I thought he was more aloof. He looks like he could burn us,”
“He has been that way for the past two days since he came,”
I didn't care to confront any of them. It has been two days since I last saw Sierra and was forced to come here and behave like the perfect heir, perfect CEO, in charge of a company I barely care about. Their gossips were the least of my p
