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."

displeased, inspecting my office. Perhaps

against us. My son hasn't been sensible lately. In light

genuinely sincere as he said, "I brought my son here to

with a tough heart, especially when dealing with someone

dark and resentful face. His

he sternly reprimanded Jesse, "Jesse, apologize

Why should apologize to her? They are the ones

with disdain. I maintained a

Jesse's defiance, slamming the sofa

mind. Jesse was about to speak again when I raised my hand, signaling

Whether he apologizes or not doesn't matter. What he said

have been a joke for you." Jordan

apologize. How about this? If Mr. Jesse has something to do, he can leave net I'll just discuss this with Jordan," I tentatively

It wasn't appropriate to have both father and son stay. I was