Carol didn't take long outside before returning. She whispered, "Looks like the general manager hasn't arrived yet. I overheard the secretary calling him."

I was a bit dissatisfied. We had an appointment, and he hadn't even shown up yet. This was quite unprofessional.

Eleanor whispered again, "Word is, the factory just got a new owner, and the old one is sick."

"Quick, prepare the information on that Jaxford you mentioned! Get me a detailed report," I quietly instructed Eleanor. "We need to be prepared for anything."

"Got it."

After finishing a cup of coffee, the general manager's office door finally opened.

A young man in a tailored suit swaggered in. He arrogantly glanced at us and walked straight to his desk, plopping down in his chair.

He appeared drowsy and had a dull complexion. He had clearly pulled an all-nighter, as evidenced by his prominent panda eyes. He probably wasn't fully awake yet.

The secretary walked in, about to speak, when the manager interrupted, "In the f