Fake Company?
Michael has now arrived at his father's office. Some of the staff who knew him immediately saluted him. Michael, of course, greeted back the staff who greeted him. He is not an arrogant young man, so greeting his staff is a common thing he often does.
Calmly, Michael's footsteps go straight to his father's room, which recently became the room he used while his father was in London taking care of the new development branch there.
"Hi Liana," said Michael when he met Vincent's secretary and also himself when he took his father's temporary position.
"Welcome sir, Mr. Vincent has been waiting for you inside."
"Ah, well ... I'll go in first."
Michael casually stepped his feet into the father's room.
"Good morning, close to noon, Mr. Vincent," Michael whispered in a voice that was made heavy as he entered Vincent's room.