I rang the bell for I wanted to see Zion.
He clearly disliked me. The moment he saw me, he wore a look of annoyance and didn't even bother to hide it. Instead, he glanced at his phone as if he were too busy to talk. "Hudson, just say what you need. I don't have time to waste with you," he said.
"How much longer does Selena need treatment? It's been almost half a month. Is there really no progress at all? Zion, what's your purpose in keeping me here?" I expressed my frustration directly.
"I'm not the doctor. How would I know?" Zion rolled his eyes, clearly impatient.
To avoid making the atmosphere any colder and fearing that our conversation would come to a complete standstill, I switched topics. "Who's handling things at the company while Selena has been in the hospital?" I raised an eyebrow at Zion, voicing my concern.
"What does that have to do with you?" Zion responded, puzzled. Then he added, "Don't worry. I'll make sure your position as president is still there for you when you get back."
I was indeed worried about losing my position as president, but there was nothing I could do if they kept me trapped here. If I couldn't ensure my own freedom, then the title of president wouldn't matter to me as much.
"It's not ideal for Selena to stay in the hospital for so long. The shareholders will start to complain. Why don't you bring her paperwork to the hospital? I can handle it for her. Besides, she's improving. Maybe she can manage a bit on her own."
I needed to find a way to engage with the outside world. If I remained oblivious to everything going on outside for too long, I feared I would become completely out of touch.
Sometimes, the unknown was a terrifying thing.
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