Grahem Corp. B
The time showed 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Several employees from each division had already walked to the canteen. But alas, that did not apply to a young man, who was still dancing his long fingers across the keyboard.
Pat!
"Kenzo! Get some rest first, let's go to the cafeteria and we can eat together."
The rebuke came from a man whose age was not far from Kenzo. He was the assistant to the head of the field division whose position was temporarily replaced by Kenzo. The man smiled kindly, stood beside Kenzo and pulled back the hand that was on Kenzo's shoulder.
Kenzo answered the invitation with his trademark calm smile, switching the tab containing something secret on the screen with a casual motion and shaking his head with an apologetic face.
"Senior, I'm so sorry. I still have work to do, so I will have my lunch here."
"Did you bring food?" asked the senior worriedly.
