Shen Yu Han's fingers tapped on the armrest of his executive chair, his eyes scanning the document that Secretary Tang had nervously placed before him. His brow furrowed as he read the name inscribed on the paper, and his grip on the pen in his hand tightened, the knuckles turning white.
Secretary Tang swallowed hard, his fingers fumbling to loosen his tie as beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. He was gripped by the fear that the CEO might dismiss him from the company for daring to present such a contentious document.
"Sir," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, "I had no desire to bring this to your attention, but your grandmother... I couldn't possibly deny her request." The words hung heavily in the air, echoing the gravity of the situation.
