This night was destined to be a sleepless one.
At least it was for Ben Lawson.
After hanging up with Sue Woods, Ben Lawson stared wide-eyed until the sky lightened, his whole deanor like a fish on the verge of drowning, blinking as he turned over to grab his phone and dial Silas Sutton.
The call connected, and Silas Sutton’s deep, magnetic voice ca through, "Is it done?"
Ben had been at a drinking party the night before, had quite a bit to drink, stayed up all night, and now had dark circles, looked dumb, and had a hoarse voice, "Mr. Sutton."
Silas raised an eyebrow at the sound of his deadpan tone, "You didn’t sleep last night?"
Ben thought Silas was showing concern, almost moved to tears, "No."
Silas stepped off the treadmill when he heard this, wiped the sweat off his forehead with the towel around his neck, and asked, "Why didn’t you sleep?"
Ben took a deep breath, covering his eyes with the back of his hand, just about to pour out his grievances, when he heard Silas continue, "Was it because you didn’t like it?"
Ben was choked, "..."
Being friends with a dog is often more reliable than being friends with a human.
After all, a dog will always be a dog, but a human won’t always remain human.
In short, a thousand words can be sumd up in one: poor choice of friends.
Silas fell silent, seeing Ben not responding for a long ti, took off the towel from around his neck, tossed it to the servant standing beside him, and stepped upstairs, "Why are you quiet?"
Ben’s mouth twitched, "What do you think I should say?"
Silas pushed open the door to the master bedroom, "Go on, tell why you didn’t sleep."
Ben said, "Are you trying to provoke ?"
Silas smirked, "Worse than you provoking last night?"
Speaking of last night, Ben suddenly realized that Silas was getting back at him, wanted to retort, but not having slept all night left him without the energy, "I’m not going to argue; I just called to let you know that the task you gave , I’ve got it done for you."
Silas picked up a bathrobe from the closet and headed into the bathroom, "Yeah, thanks."
Ben, "You sound like you’re doing well."
Silas, "Just pretending to be strong."
Ben sneered, "I’m eager to see what happens next with you and Stella Grant’s friendship."
Silas strode into the bathroom, "You’re quite curious."
With that, not waiting for Ben to respond, he hung up the call.
As the call ended, Silas took off his workout clothes and walked under the shower, closing his eyes with the water coming down, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
At 8:10 in the morning, Stella Grant clocked into the company on ti.
After yesterday’s commotion, today’s departnt eting was extrely quiet.
No one was causing trouble, and no one was making anything up.
After the morning eting, Stella returned to her office.
Shawn Bishop’s issue needed to be addressed quickly, so after a short break, she dialed the internal line and asked her assistant to check President York’s schedule for today.
The assistant, the sa one from yesterday, was nad Peter Wright.
Perhaps having been discouraged the previous day, he didn’t dare to be arrogant today, and in less than ten minutes, he had Shawn Bishop’s schedule investigated thoroughly.
Peter Wright carried a report and personally went to Stella Grant’s office to report.
Stella listened patiently, then looked up and asked him, "The whole day is basically etings."
Peter nodded and said, "Yes, the only free ti is tonight, when Shawn Bishop’s President will attend the Shelby Family’s Miss’s birthday party."
Stella pressed her lips in thought.
Seeing her silent, Peter continued, "After tonight, I’ve heard that President York booked a flight to Portre tomorrow morning for a week-long business trip."
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