Everyone’s gaze instinctively turned towards the door as Mr. Lancaster emerged, his hand tucked in his black pants pocket. With a bold stride, and his black loafers clicked on the ground as he approached the seated members.
Fiona made a mental sigh, seeing that Mr. Lancaster walked in, feeling a bit relaxed that at least there would be someone who would trust her, or so she thought.
"Tell me, Mr. Lancaster; I can't seem to understand what's going on here," the CEO said as Mr. Lancaster approached, his gaze fixed on him.
“Mr. Hudson, I am so sorry for any inconvenience we might have caused you; please don’t be offended.” He did a slight bow and took a seat closer to the others. “What’s going on here?” his gaze darted between Fiona and Bernard.
“The manager here is aware I wasn't pres
