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Chapter 43: This Is Stupid

The next day, Rosé Yang received a text from her grandfather requesting her to go to his office. After getting dressed and skipping breakfast, she made her way to Yang Corporation.

She stepped out of the public cab, dressed in a professional attire suitable for an executive meeting. When the wind blew, she immediately regretted the decision to do so. Her coat wasn’t enough to cover the skin exposed by her pencil skirt.

Not wanting to be in the cold any longer, she hurried into the lobby. In her haste, she didn’t realize that a familiar black Maybach was pulling up to the entrance of the building at the same time.

She swiped her keycard and made her way to the private elevator which garnered attention from some curious eyes.

The regular employees were used to seeing her walk around the building, but not many people knew what she did or who she was. Every time they see her board the private elevator made for the CEO, the Vice President, and the company executives, they would question her position.

A few of them originally thought she was a mistress to one of the executives, but that idea was rejected. In order to have a private keycard, one must approach the CEO and ask for his permission to make a new one. And none of the executives were foolish enough to place a priority on a mistress.

The rest of them guessed she was probably the only female executive on board, but that idea seems far fetched because she was rarely in the office.

Her identity to almost all of the workers was a mystery.

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When Rosé Yang walked to her grandfather’s office, she found it empty. One of his secretaries notified her that he was waiting for her in the private meeting room downstairs.

Rosé Yang frowned at the location, but nonetheless, made her way there. Once she got to the board room, she found herself standing in the same room as many of the company’s executives.

On the edge of the round table was the regal and majestic Yang Marco whose composure was of an old and wise Emperor. To his left was the Vice President, Ling Suho.

"I apologize for my late entrance." She said as she walked into the room.

Internally, she was fuming. Her grandfather said to arrive at 9:30, but she came 30 minutes early so technically, she wasn’t late.

But why did he give her the wrong time? She figured it was because he wanted her to skip the boring introductions of the meeting and to arrive right when he needed her there.

Yang Marco always knew his granddaughter would arrive at his office at least 30 minutes than planned.

Everyone except Yang Marco and Ling Suho was confused at the presence of this seemingly insignificant woman. The presenters warily stared at her whereas the executives silently looked down on her. How could she arrive at such an important meeting 15 minutes late?

"Sit here." Yang Marco gestured to the empty seat on his right.

Ling Suho sensed her hesitation and encouraged her with a warm smile.

Rosé Yang wasn’t surprised to see the man who had no blood relations to her family, yet, held the second highest position in the company.

Unlike most families that passed the title of Vice President to their son or daughter, Yang Marco decided to give it to the boy he raised as his own son. To him, none of his sons were worthy of holding such a major position aside from having a few shares in the company.

She walked to the seat while the presenters watched her every move until she sat down. When Yang Marco nodded for the presentation to resume, it finally did so.