Chapter 2 - Richard Faces the Terrifying Reality of His Boss
The color completely vanished from Richard’s face, leaving him looking like a ghost standing under the bright crystal chandeliers of the Chicago skyscraper lobby. His hand, which had struck the legendary founder just moments ago, began to tremble uncontrollably at his side.
Stunned murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd of elite corporate executives and international investors who had witnessed the public assault. Richard took a stumbling step backward, his expensive Italian leather shoes clicking awkwardly against the polished marble floor.
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“Mr... Mr. Vance? I didn't know—I thought you were just part of the morning cleaning crew,” Richard stammered, his voice pitching upward in sheer panic. Frank did not raise his voice or rush to defend his bruised cheek; he simply looked at Richard with quiet, piercing disappointment.
The heavy silence in the lobby felt suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of traffic rising from Michigan Avenue outside.
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