Beyond the Divorce

I quickly stood up and walked away from my desk, warmly greeting Jordan.

"Mr. Jordan, hello." I smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat, and asked Carol to bring water and coffee.

I had heard from Eleanor that Jordan handed over the reins of Yorksen Doors to his son for health reasons. Seeing him, it was evident that his complexion wasn't great. "Ms. Chloe, it's been a while. Sorry for the trouble."

He was humble. But his son, Jesse, had an unpleasant and restrained expression. Even though they came to see me, it seemed like he wasn't too willing.

"You're being too polite. Please, have a seat." I gestured again.

Jordan nervously sat on the sofa, glancing around my office. "This is quite a big change. I used to be very familiar with this office."

He was trying to bridge the gap between us.

"Yeah. Time flies. It's been over ten years, and we've been working together for quite a while."

Jesse, who still looked displeased, inspecting my office. Perhaps he

what happened this morning. Please don't hold it against us. My son hasn't been sensible lately. In light of our many years

"I brought

wasn't a person with a tough heart, especially when dealing with someone with health issues. In

seeing Jesse's dark and resentful face. His behavior earlier

sternly reprimanded Jesse, "Jesse,

shown you respect by letting you drag me here. Why should apologize to her? They are the ones who terminated the contract. Do

at his father with disdain. I maintained

by Jesse's defiance, slamming the sofa

awkward, but I also understood Jordan's urgent and frustrated state of mind. Jesse was about to speak again when I raised my hand, signaling to hold

at Jordan, "Mr. Jordan, calm down. Whether he apologizes or not doesn't matter. What he said is

must have been a joke for

this? If Mr. Jesse has something to do,

to have both father and son stay. I was sure Jesse