This was a reminder to her not to overstep.
Callie understood everything but pretended not to. She let sleepiness take over and closed her eyes, drifting into slumber.
The Oconnor Group had been facing tough times recently. When the higher-ups clashed, those below suffered as well, with no room for retreat.
As the executor, Nelson was equally troubled.
The headache of managing a large industry lay in the fact that when something major happened, he had to be the first to take the hit.
Just last night at 7:30 PM, domestic news ended while it was 7:30 AM abroad. After two hours of fermentation, by the time the stock market opened at 9:30, both domestic and international stocks had dropped significantly, an unexpected percentage.
The impact was unavoidable.
So, various media outlets came knocking, some exaggerating the situation, others anxiously waiting.
Nelson had a media conference scheduled for last night, but because of a call from Callie, he canceled everything and personally went to pick her up.
The media waited stubbornly in the conference room all night.
In a corner sat a petite woman with a calm demeanor. Marilyn, dressed in her work uniform, had a laptop in front of her and was typing quickly like her colleagues, transmitting news to the outside world.
Marilyn had stayed up all night and was inevitably tired. As she rested her head on her hand, someone approached her. “I wonder what urgent matter Nelson is dealing with to stand up so many people.”
Marilyn just smiled. There were many things he couldn’t care less about. Even with such a significant upheaval in the business world, he probably didn’t mind much.
Next to her were water and food thoughtfully provided by the Oconnor Group, full of sincerity and apologies.
But their boss probably didn’t see it that way.
As she was thinking, there was a sudden commotion ahead. “Mr. Oconnor is here!”
She looked up.
The man was strikingly handsome, dressed in black trousers. His expression seemed gentle but was actually indifferent. He nodded slightly, apologizing, “Please be patient, the media conference will start soon.”
His charm remained undiminished.
Questions about the trade war and Oconnor Group’s stance were answered flawlessly by Nelson, sounding very official.
Until his assistant pointed to someone, “Marilyn, the representative of of Vanco.”
Nelson didn’t react immediately. He saw the girl in the back row stand up with a swift movement and a soft voice, “Mr. Oconnor, if foreign investors take compulsory measures to withdraw their technical support from Oconnor Group, how will you respond?”
Nelson’s gaze seemed distant. Something flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He answered unhurriedly, “Oconnor Group does not lack talent.”
It was a confident response, indicating that no matter what the opposition did, the Oconnor Group would not be afraid. This firm reply reassured many people.
Otherwise, if the Oconnor Group fell apart, they would be finished too.
After the media conference ended, a crowd escorted Nelson out as part of the normal procedure.
By evening, Nelson left Oconnor Group. Outside the building, a girl with a shoulder bag stopped his car.
Kieran braked suddenly and turned to ask Nelson, “Should we…?”
Nelson was resting with his eyes closed. Without opening them, he said, “Let her in.”
Marilyn quickly got into the back seat with a bright smile. “Nelson, I knew you would take this route.”
“Why didn’t you go home with the driver?” Nelson still didn’t open his eyes.
“I’m a working girl now; how can I have a driver following me?” Marilyn took out a document from her bag. “This is the foreign investment research file. I thought you might be interested.”