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‘Thanks.’ Ellar promptly handed over several documents, surprising Patricia.

‘These are what my secretary found while I was looking for solutions,” he explained, caught off guard by her visit and their shared focus on tackling the issues with the other companies.

“Let’s go through them together,” Patricia suggested, taking two of the documents and settling onto the sofa to review.

Ellar joined her, concentrating on the remaining documents.

Oddly, Ellar felt his mood stabilize, even feeling a bit relieved. The chaos of the morning’s unexpected events seemed to fade away.

“Stay focused on the documents,” Patricia reminded him firmly, noticing his distraction.

“Right.” Ellar said, refocusing on the documents.

here…” Patricia pointed out

other companies. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration; he had intended to do the same. ‘Since they are playing dirty, there’s no need for restraint.’ ‘We’re good to go,” Patricia said, finishing up. “They’re expecting

‘Yes,’ Ellar confirmed.

Patricia instructed confidently. ‘These Bayford’s partners are only concerned with their own interests, using cheap tricks. But

of things for today,” Patricia said, having worked out a plan

impulsively suggested, “Why don’t you stick around

surprised, thinking it was

Ellar felt somewhat awkward and

need to check on Ms. Riddle, not just here at BayCorp but DillCorp is facing issues too,” Patricia said, finding a polite

was surprised. “What’s going

his fault as a manager. But if DillCorp was also having trouble, it seemed like more

we’ll handle the rest,” Patricia assured him, not wanting to add to