"Hello.”
The landlord said in a deep voice, "Mr.Weston, the house is back."
"Get rid of the furniture and redecorate."
"Okay"
After the phone hung up, Everett put his phone on his desk, lit a cigarette and started smoking.
The smoke shrouded his vision and everything seemed blurry.
Davis came in with the documents and saw the smoky man sitting behind tus desk.He paused and walked over.
"Mr.Weston, this is the quarterly financial statement."
Davis put the information on the desk. Then he turned around andi left.
But Everell sloped hit when he left.
"Davis." Davis stopped and turned to look at Everett.
"Mr.Weston"
"How many years have you been with me?"
Davis paused and said, "I'm thirty-three years old this year.I graduated from college at twenty-one.I followed you after graduation.It's been twelve years now."
Everett narrowed his eyes.
"Twelve years..."
When Davis looked at Everett, the white smoke wrapped around Everett's fingertips, and suddenly many Images flashed across Davis's eyes.
Mr.Weston was two years older than him, and he hasn't graduated when Mr.Weston started the company.
He went to Mr Weston's company only after graduation, which was also lucky.His mother was hospitalized with an illness and was found to have mid-stage stomach cancer.His father was in a hurry to raise the money and was accidentally involved in a car accident.
Suddenly, the family's already poor situation was further aggravated.
In order to treat the two elders, Davis went to the entertainment place to sell alcohol.
But he was never a good talker.He was a man of few words, so he offended his customers and was beaten.
With his job and his money gone, he felt himself useless and hopeless.
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