A little while after Veronica had left the office, Hudson walked in with a file in his hands and stopped right in front of Richard”s desk.
“Young Master, I was told by your personal assistant, Veronica, that you wanted to see me. Is there something I could maybe help you with?” He asked, bowing his head.
Richard's fingers drummed on the desk, as he sucked in a breath and arched his back onto his seat. “Yes, Hudson. I need some help for something really important and confidential,” he stated.
Hudson's eyes narrowed, as he wondered. “What could that be, Young Master? I am here to execute any of your orders and satisfy your needs.”
“I have a mission I want someone to help me undergo. It's a secret stuff so I don't need to tell you about the details. I need someone to enter a bank. It's a
