Part 19

Granny Claire opened the door, and Olivia wasn't surprised to see a middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, wearing glasses perched on his nose, his eyes focused intently on the square screen in front of him.

She clearly recognized the man. A man who often wore a blank expression but had a heart that was very, very gentle and caring. Who else could it be but Sir Antony Quirino? A man whose age was no longer young but still exuded an aura of leadership.

"Darling, Olivia has arrived," Granny Claire said softly. The man nodded his head without diverting his attention from the screen. "Please, have a seat," Granny Claire said, while she herself approached her husband and stood behind him to see what had captured his attention. "I told you, don't be too serious," Granny Claire scolded her husband gently.

"I'm just monitoring the company's stock movements, dear," the man said wearily. "It's not that I don't trust Meizar. It's just that he has been carrying too much workload, and beyond tha