After a little while, the assistant grabbed his phone and headed over to see Presley.


    "Do you feel like your boss has been losing his touchtely, maybe getting a bit indecisive?" Presley casually twirled his phone, ncing at Grant with aid-back tone.


    The assistant, head slightly lowered, chose to stay silent, not biting at Presley''s bait.


    A smirk yed on Presley''s lips as he continued, "David''s getting up there in age. He won''t be at the helm for much longer."


    "He''s still the president for now," the assistant finally chimed in.


    "People have to think ahead for themselves, don''t you agree?" Presley remarked, as if he hadn''t heard Grant, his words floating in the air.


    Grant''s fingers clenched slightly; he couldn''t overlook the deeper meaning in Presley''s words. After a moment, he nodded, "You''ve got a point."


    Presley''s eyes narrowed slightly, "I''ve always admired your knack for handling things."


    "Thank you for thepliment, Presley," Grant replied with a polite smile.


    "By the way, that guy, Paul, the pharmacist... How did you end up meeting him?" Presley switched topics, aware that Grant was the one who brought him on board.


    "We met online. The pharmacy needed a specialist, and he applied," the assistant replied honestly, holding nothing back.


    Presley nodded, his gaze inscrutable, "Do you know where he''s from originally?"


    Grant shook his head, "I''m not sure about that. Didn''t get into the details."


    Presley examined Grant for a moment but didn''t press further. He simply said, "Try convincing your boss to get that pharmacist back soon. It''s tough to keep our overseas partners waiting."


    After a pause, he added, “Dean isn''t someone we can afford to cross. David might not get it, but you need to keep him reminded."


    Grant nodded with a quiet hum, not adding anything else.


    With his point made, Presley let Grant leave and turned to call his overseas contacts, asking them to be patient and hang tight.


    Monday rolled around.


    Mirabe walked into the ssroom and noticed the seat next to her was empty- Lisa wasn''t there.


    A bit puzzled, she shot Lisa a text to check in, but the morning slipped by with no response.


    By lunchtime, Mirabe decided to call Lisa.


    The phone rang for quite a while before someone picked up, and it wasn''t Lisa-it was her mom.


    "Lisa''s been down with a nasty cold and resting at home, so she hasn''t been to school," Gracie''s voice carried a hint of worry.


    With the phone in hand, Mirabe recalled the message Lisa had sent on Saturday saying she was a school, so she asked, "Gracie, was Lisa at home all day Saturday?"  swnovel


    Gracie nced at her daughter, who was asleep on the bed, speaking softly, "Yes, she came home Friday night and hasn''t left since. But she seems off. As her friend, has she mentioned anything happening at school?"  swnovel


    Feeling unwell?


    Lisa seemed perfectly fely.


    Thinking it over, Mirabe replied, “No, she''s been really focused at school. She hasn''t mentioned any issues."


    Hearing this, Gracie sighed, "Maybe


    I''m


    Certhinking it. Thanks for


    Mirabe agreed with a quick "okay."


    in on Lisa. I''ll have her message you when she wakes up."  swnovel