"Jing Bei."
"President Jing, what can I do for you?"
"Notify the driver, I'm going back to Palm Pavilion."
"Um... There's a remote conference call at 6 o'clock and a cross-time zone business forum at eight tonight."
"Cancel them, or you can host and attend on my behalf."
"..."
With her delicate nose wrinkled, Jing Bei forcefully slapped the folder onto the president's desk with a "smack".
"Cousin, you owe me an explanation. Not interested in making money anymore? This company belongs to the Jing Family, and by being so neglectful, my share of the profits will suffer!"
When Cloudscape Group was established, all the younger members of the Jing Family had a stake in it.
Jing Yu stood up, took the suit jacket from behind him, draped it over his shoulders, and glanced at her impassively.
"So, as a minor shareholder, what obligation do you have to take over the work I leave behind?"
Do your job well.
