The next morning.
The Cordova Tower. President's Office.
Franco entered Bryson's office with a dozen documents.
When he got in, Franco had always been cautious, because ... everyone in the company knew that Mr. Bryson had been in a bad mood these past two days.
After almost a day of meetings yesterday, he called the entire group's top executives over to scold them.
They knew how it suffered for sure, and didn't want to experience it again.
This morning, Bryson went mad again. Everyone who entered his office was scolded.
Everyone who came out of the president's office was so much frightened, no wonder Franco would feel so panicked.
Who knew what happened to Mr. Bryson these days. Could it be early menopause?
However, Franco was Bryson's secretary, so he had to send in some document
