Harrison Yale, in a black suit and matching long trench coat, lent his already tall physique an air of nobility and dominance.
Wearing black leather shoes, he slowly entered, accompanied by Mr. Gomez.
Hearing the whispered conversations around him, he slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Good morning, CEO—"
The employees of the Investment Department all stared blankly at their CEO, who seemed like a god among men. Reminded by their Supervisor, they hurriedly greeted him in unison.
"..." Standing before everyone, Harrison Yale's dark eyes coldly scanned the employees. Searching the room, he didn't find the petite figure he was looking for and his brows knitted lightly.
Where had she run off to?
This was during working hours; how dare she be absent when the leader was inspecting?
"Are all the Investment Department employees here?" Mr. Gomez, sensing his Young Master's rising chill, suddenly asked.
