The Nth time. This was probably the nth time today that Viz was lost in thought, snapped back, refocused his attention, and was lost in thought again. His thoughts kept returning to the annulment decree. He had attended two meetings, yet he understood nothing discussed in them because his mind was elsewhere.
In the end, he decided to stay behind in the boardroom after the management team left.
“Sir, you have one more meeting,” Sassa reminded him, her voice was soft, and she couldn't look him in the eye.
“Cancel it. I’m going home.”
“Sir?” She probably couldn’t believe he was canceling the meeting. Ever since he founded H-Precision, he has been in the office almost every day unless there was a significant need for him to take the day off. Besides that, he generally preferred not to do s
