“You should get back here before I throw all the documents out of this fucking window, Kierson!" a short man shouted at the top of his lungs. Kierson, the man on the other line, laughed. “Take it easy, will you? I'm dealing with some assholes today."“No! This is your fucking job! I am just your secretary! Why would I do the job of a fucking CEO, motherfucker?!” the short man shouted again. Kierson sighed. “Alright, Harvey. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”Harvey, the short man, snorted and continued doing all of his paperwork. He looked like a panda because his big eyebags were black and visible. Ever since Kierson hired him as the company secretary, he had been working overtime since then. It had been three years already but everything that had happened seemed like yesterday. The Ferrer’s Master died due to a murder. The heir almost died. For months, the Ferrer estate gradually lost its power. The Ferrer fell until Soviet Kierson Ferrer arrived at the Ferrer estate, almost half dea
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