HENDERSON’S POV
I walked into the office after I had gone around the various departments. I saw Henry’s seat empty.
"The bastard must have gone home," I cursed.
I sat down, reminiscing on what I had observed while I went around.
I regretted not going with Dad and Henry when we were being introduced in the morning. I was busy frolicking with a random girl.
“Oh! s**t!” I cursed.
There were some unanswered questions Dad would have brought into the limelight for my easy understanding.
I was at the hall of fame earlier, and I marveled at the number of awards Dad had won, and certificates of most of the contracts won and wondered how Dad did it.
He must have worked his ass off to achieve all these.
I checked the time and I realized it was past closing hour. I called the driver to take
