A Client’s Unexpected Visit
I looked toward the departing Grace and felt a sense of oppression. We were once a close–knit family
who shared everything, but it hade to this. I realized how unpredictable life could be.
I recalled Grace angrily defending Mnie at the baby’s full moon party. Looking at Grace now, I
understood her life must be far from ideal, given how wom and aged she looked. After getting in the
car, I
drove to the office feeling gloomy.
I dealt with some urgent matters and told Ryan I needed to go to Sris. After some thought, he said,
Can you postpone it for a day? We can go together tomorrow.”
“You want toe?”
Ryan smiled at me, saying, “I mentioned wanting to visit a few friends therest time. I can’t leave yet
since we have clients from Cantaing to discuss business.”
I thought about it and realized postponing the trip wouldn’t make much difference. After all, I felt
unsettled after what happened in the morning. I considered Ava, knowing she wouldn’t be happy today,
either.
I nodded and said, “Okay, I’ll tell Carol to reschedule my flight.”
Coincidentally, nor arrived, too. While her office was here, she was always busy in the building
materials market. She only checked in during the mornings and evenings and sometimes wouldn’t visit
for several days.
Still, I trusted her wholeheartedly. nor had handled the market’s affairs efficiently since joining.
Although Grayson initially delegated the market to her, he actively pursued new business opportunities.
I
found greatfort in that.
My employees were excellent, and I had no difficulty managing them.
Since nor came this time, she had something Important to discuss. She entered my office and said,
”
Mnie has been busy contacting supplierstely.”
Eleanor had obtained a list of suppliers Mnie had secretly contacted. I wasn’t sure what Mnie was
nning. I examined the list and felt a sense of rity. Judging from the names on the list, I knew she
was making moves.
If we could determine the number of their orders, we could determine where the building materials were
going.
Eleanor looked at me and asked, “What do you think? Is it useful?”
“You did perfectly!” I eximed excitedly, “I was just looking into her materials usage, and now I have
this
information.”
Eleanor smiled, saying, “She hadn’t frequented the market before, but she’s beening oftentely. I
thought something was up, so I watched her. It’s strange since Mnie never has discussions with
anyone at the market.
“One day, I met her at Nova while hosting and having lunch with a manufacturer. I knew the client she
met with. He told me everything, so I paid closer attention to Mnie.”
nor’s quick thinking impressed me. She pointed to the list and said, “I noticed the clients on this list
like making a quick buck. Somepanies have a fair scale, but their products aren’t impressive,
which
caught my attention.
“I was there when thest incident between her and Tobshampton Group happened. She must be up to
something simr this time. Mnie hasn’t changed her ways,” Eleanor said severely.
I reminded nor, “Matthew was always concerned about costs. He must’ve gained much from it
initially.
Just watch a few key areas. Petty squabbles won’t be convincing.”
nor mentioned, “They haven’t introduced any new products recently. It seems they don’t care about
the
smaller markets anymore.”
I advised nor, ‘Everything starts with the basics. What they don’t value might be the capital we need.
We must remain focused on high–quality products, so watch for any new ones.” 1
nor passed me several lists and sample catalogs, saying, “Look at thesetest products I’m
researching.”
I nced through them and suggested, “Why don’t you follow me to Sris? You can check out the
materials at Pinnacle Group. They’re market leaders, and I’m sure they must have some new ideas.
Also,
you can check out the order meeting at Fort Greaeu.”
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“Sure!” Eleanor and I continued discussing until nearly noon. We had nned to have lunch together,
but she had to leave when a client arrived.
The visitor was a developer, a slick middle–aged man whom I didn’t particrly like. I wanted to pass
him
off to Ryan initially, but I noticed Ryan was busy with clients from Canta.
offered him a seat, and he gave me his business card. His name was Jeremiah Schaefer, a developer
from Bourdemun. He revealed a humble smile, which somehow looked familiar. “Ms. Chloe, I’ve heard.
much about you.
On? What brings you here, Mr. Jeremiah? Do you have friends in Faswood? I smiled back faintly,
thinking