Chadwick and his group discussed various strategies, emphasizing what they needed to be mindful of when meeting with the executives of the Innova Group.

The group, clearly led by Chadwick, entered the premises of the Innova Group as if they owned the place.

Seeing the group walk in, Jacob spat his coffee back into the cup. "Hey! Who do you think you are, old man? Hey? Is your hearing bad? You, with the white hair! Stop right there!"

Chadwick pointed to himself.

Jacob stepped out. "Who else could it be? Look around, do you see anyone else here with a head full of white hair? Who else here is as old as you?"

Chadwick immediately felt insulted.

"Old man?" He pointed at himself. "You, a mere security guard, dare call me an old man? Do you know who I am?"

"And who might you be?" Jacob extended his hand. "Let me see your ID. And at your age, if not an old man, what should I call you? Should I call you 'young man'? What are you thinking?"

Chadwick laughed in exasperation.

'Young peop