"Is there anything I can help with?"
Mauricio glared at him, for Ryan was the last person he wanted to be in the same room with. However, for the sake of the Trimshaw Industries, he had to be there. After all, as much as Mauricio would like to deny it, Ryan was the best at his job because not many people could work with Jorge Trimshaw and be acknowledged.
Mauricio had been in a foul mood since the Trimshaw Island dinner, and he still did not understand why, but Ryan just compounded that irritation.
Sighing as he knew that the task at hand was grave, he asked,
"I can't find the schedule of one of the key shareholders. I messaged the secretary in charge of that, but she is taking her sweet time, and I need it like yesterday."
Ryan frowned and looked at his smaller screen, which also did not have the information. A quick glance at the giant screen with all that info showed they had missed the man in question.
