George River was forced to step down from the position of President and became a deputy General Manager with no real power.
His own business and company management skills were not very strong, and this time he made such a big mess, the consequences were naturally his alone to bear.
His demotion was still lenient, out of consideration for his grandfather, Old Sir River, still being alive; otherwise, that group would have been even more ruthless.
George River had lost, and lost completely.
Perhaps, just like in the original plot.
Some things had changed, yet some things were impossible to change.
If he wanted to break free from his fate, the breakthrough could only come from himself.
George River had stood outside all night until dawn before he left again.
Before leaving, he left a note at the door.
It had only a few simple words.
— I am sorry, I will always wait for you.
This apology came far too late.
It was meaningless as well.
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