Over the next two weeks, the once arrogant and super-competent Ace seemed to be back.
He led his company to accomplishment after accomplishment, watched his company's stock price slowly rise from its plunge, and everything seemed to be back on track.
But he seemed more apathetic than ever, the smile on his face eclipsed.
"Clean up Carl's grave and reorganize it."
When the aide heard those words come out of the man's mouth, he froze in place and asked skeptically, "Mr. Robert, did you just say ...... whose grave?"
Ace raised his eyes and looked at him, "I said, clean out Anna's father's grave."
The assistant gulped and froze on the spot.
Mr. Robert wasn't crazy, was he? He'd always hated the man who killed his mother. But now he wanted to pay to reorganize his enemy's grave?
It was true that something about Anna drove Ace crazy, wasn't it?
"And do one thing for me."
The aide shook his head sharply, then withdrew his thoughts, "What is it? Mr. Robert."
