"Miss Heysen, could you please turn off the radio? I can't concentrate."
Miss Heysen, who was currently serving as Richard's temporary personal assistant, could only look at him helplessly in this state.
"Richard, did you not go home last night?"
If she remembered correctly, she was the first to arrive at the board office—and it was barely six in the morning. Yet the lights in his office were still on, which could only mean one thing... he hadn't gone home since yesterday!
"You should really take some time to rest, Richard," she said, looking at her boss with concern.
Richard gave a helpless nod. He couldn't help it.
Ever since John left, he'd been forced to take on all the responsibilities that he once handled. And after firing the entire scouting team, the physios, and merging several unnecessary departments, his plate was overflowing.
