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"Do we need a signature from the seller? Why?"
Roseanne couldn''t help but question the staff member in front of her.
The response came, "The asset is substantial, and while you have a formal transfer agreement, regtions also necessitate a consent form signed by the seller themselves."
Roseanne''s grip on the documents tightened.
Meaning, Murray''s signature was required.
...
"Mr. Sherwood, good morning."
As Murray stepped out of the elevator, his assistant was waiting at the door, greeting him with a smile.
"9 AM, a meeting with investors to discuss potential funding into Quin''s Quality Foods and considerations for a long-term investment; 10 AM, a meeting with Mr. Whittaker from FinFlex to discuss a partnership; 11 AM, a departmental review. In the afternoon, as per your earlier n, you have a golf game scheduled with Mr. Sanford from SynthSys. That''s the agenda for today."
The assistant reported the schedule while walking beside him, timing his speech perfectly to end just as Murray was entering his office.
Murray paused, "Cancel the investors meeting. And tell Whittaker I''m only sparing him half an hour. If his proposal is as insincere asst time, there''s no point in further discussions."
"Got it."
Entering his office, Murray found his coffee already prepared on his desk.
Touching the cup, he found the temperature just right.
He took a sip as he moved towards the floor-to-ceiling windows.
But after just one sip, he set the cup down, not touching it again.
Despite so much practice, it never tasted as good as when she made it...
Same coffee beans, same machine, even the same cup, yet the taste was different.
A year had passed, and Murray still couldn''t get used to her absence.
The coffee wasn''t right, the oatmeal wasn''t right, the beef stew wasn''t right, the living room setup wasn''t right, the bedroom sheets weren''t right... Everything was off.
He couldn''t help but chuckle bitterly at the thought.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.
"Knock knock-"
"Come in."
The assistant entered with breakfast, setting it down quietly before leaving.
Murray had no appetite but forced himself to eat a bit anyway.
His morning was filled with meetings, reports, and signing documents.
Day in, day out, like a well-oiled machine.
It used to be the same before, but at least then, he had a home to return to.
Now, going back to that empty mansion, it no longer felt like home.
Because itcked the woman who used to wait up for himte into the night...
In the afternoon, Murray grabbed his jacket, ready to head to the golf course.
His assistant came in, a bit excited, "Mr. Sherwood, Ms-"
"Book a table at The Gourmet
after the game," Murray
Bd giving his instructions.
et
The assistant paused, "Okay. Mr. Sherwood, Ms-Ms. Cole is here!"
But before he could finish, Murray interjected, "Mr. Sanford prefers light vors, and he doesn''t eat seafood. Remember that when ordering."
"Understood."
Murray had just put on his zer when he suddenly looked up, "What were you trying to say?"
"Oh! Ms. Cole is here, outside right now."
Finally, he managed to get the whole sentence out.
"Ms. Cole? Who?" Murray momentarily couldn''t ce the name.
"Roseanne Ms. Cole!" The assistant was almost frantic.
When she was out of sight, he
thought of her night and day; nomet tshe was here, he secret
indifferent. How ironic...
But Murray was anything but indifferent; he simply couldn''t believe it.
"You said what?!"
The assistant repeated, "Roseanne Ms. Cole is here, right outside. Should I invite her in?"
"Do you even need to ask?!" Murray finally realized he wasn''t hallucinating.
Anne was here!
Even when they were dating, she rarely visited his office.
So, his excuses of workingte always passed without question.
"Why haven''t you invited her in yet?!"