Patrick stood up from his executive office chair, finished with the day's work. At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into the ash-grey painted office to see him. "Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?" Jeff asked. Patrick, dressed in a red shirt and plain black trousers, glared at Jeff as if he were a piece of trash. He did not respond. Instead, he stepped out from behind his desk, picked up his black coat, which was hanging on the chair, and put it on to protect his cool, dark skin from the cold weather outside. Patrick adjusted his necktie, grabbed his briefcase from the desk, and prepared to leave. With a final glance around, Patrick walked out of his executive office, leaving Jeff Hudson speechless as he headed home from his luxurious hotel. Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses in the state, and his mind was preoccupied with countless thoughts, from his parents pressuring him to get married, to the list of competitor
Last Updated : 2023-06-22
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