Thomas Sanders was trying to walk past, but the assistant blocked the door completely, still smiling. "Manager Sanders, the President has instructed that after you deliver the documents, you don't need to come upstairs anymore. From now on, you will work from the fifth floor, consider it a training. Whenever you are trained up, you can return to your original position."
"Of course, during this period, the General Manager position will always be kept open for you... provided no more suitable candidate is found."
Thomas Sanders: "..." I am truly grateful for that 'provided.'
Thomas Sanders retracted his gaze, which fell upon the assistant.
The number of assistants by Arnold Simmons wasn't small, but this one had been with him the longest.
In ancient times, his position would have been akin to that of a chief eunuch by the emperor's side.
He was rather good-looking, wore glasses, embodying the standard image of an elite; however, his facial expressions varied way too little.