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Arian had been doing business since he was three and a half years old. The company he was running now used to be a subsidiary of the Morgado Group, of which the Morgado Group had intended to pull their money out two years ago. Right before the company was going to declare bankruptcy, Arian stepped in and took over. After a year of hustling, CodeStream Technologies became one of the top three moneymakers for the Morgado Group. Arian just finished up a meeting, and somehow, he felt restless. Usually, he was as cool as a cucumber, never letting anything faze him. Only when he was feeling uneasy would he show a bit of the childish anxiety that belonged to a four-year-old child. His young assistant, Callum, suggested respectfully, "Sir, you've pretty much wrapped up today's work. Why don'