It was probably not filled with tenants but with Nathaniel's lackeys.
Frey took a deep breath and started her car, following Nathaniel's motorcade. Although their companies were vastly different in size, they drove in the same direction.
She couldn't shake the feeling that the old man ahead had deliberately instructed his drivers to move slowly, keeping her car from gaining speed.
Frey thought he was being childish. It seemed not only she but also Nathaniel had changed over the past three years. Everyone had become a completely different person.
Eventually, Nathaniel’s slow pace pushed Frey to the point where she had to take a different route at a fork in the road. She drove to the parking lot beside Andala Corp, relieved to finally escape his convoy.
Taking the elevator up to her office, she found her desk piled high with various documents and manuscripts from the design department. Just as she was about to sit down and start working, Mandy called.
"Frey, come here for a moment."
Mandy's voice was tight, a tone she only used when something significant was happening in the company. Frey quickly got up and headed to the president's office upstairs, knocking on the door.
"Please come in!"
Frey opened the door and walked in, noticing a guest in Mandy's office. Alexander was seated on the leather sofa, a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. It wasn't the handmade coffee he preferred but the type brewed from instant coffee powder.
In a silver-gray suit, Alexander resembled a sinister cheetah, observing everything with a sharp gaze. Despite his gold-rimmed glasses and gentle demeanor, he exuded a powerful and intimidating aura, comparable to Nathaniel.
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