The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1292

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 touch lately, maybe getting a bit indecisive?” Presley casually twirled his phone, glancing at Grant with a laid-back tone.

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

A smirk played 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 the compliment, 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.”