Suddenly, the hatred I had felt for Arthur turned into affection. Although that feeling had been born thanks to his illness, I wanted to believe that the Arthur I was beginning to know was his true personality.
Ethan was in charge of the presidency, but though he had done some work for Arthur, he was still not an expert. For this reason, he had set up his office at home with the intention of receiving advice from Arthur himself. In my opinion, it was best to prevent him from stressing over work. No one but me complained about it. But of course, neither Arthur nor Ethan paid attention to me because the stability of the company depended on them, and sick or not, they had to keep it stable.
The rest of the week, while Arthur was recovering, I traveled every day to visit him. I arrived early
