Her absent

At the entrance, ten maids and ten guards stood in a line, awaiting the car's arrival. The car came to a stop, and the guards promptly opened the door. A tall, 6'2" gentleman in a sleek black suit stepped out, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Immediately he got down, the guards and maids lowered their heads in deference while he strode confidently through them with a striaght face. They chorused "Welcome back home, Sir," Even the grand main door of the mansion swung open in anticipation of his arrival.

When he stepped inside, guards and maids were positioned throughout every corner of the mansion. The interior exuded opulence, with marble floors that gleamed, reflecting the image of anyone who walked upon them. The sitting room boasted black furnishings that complemented the room's black pillars, while the walls remained pristine white,free of any stains. . A grand staircase led to the upper floors.

The maids promptly approached him, offering greetings in unison. They presented a bowl of water and liquid soap, assisting him in washing his hands meticulously. Afterward, they cleaned his hands with a pristine white towel and gently dried them with a hand dryer.

After washing up, he headed to the elevator right there on his right. With a simple click and a few moments, he made his way up to the third floor, where a few guards and maids were waiting for him. The door to his suite scanned him and then opened, and there was this robotic voice saying, "Welcome to your suite, Mr. Warren III."

When he walked in, all the lights came on automatically, and the room felt just right in terms of temperature. A maid helped him get out of his suit, and then he went straight to his bathroom. The interior was like this mix of sea blue and white, very calming. After his shower, he came out wearing his robe and went into his two-story walk-in closet.

Everything in there was so well-organized, from his jewelry to his shoes. With just a clap, a set of clothes dropped onto a flat wooden surface connected to his wardrobe.

He put on a loose black sweat pant and a big white top. Then, he strolled into the dining room where his maids were waiting. They pulled out his seat for him, and a feast was laid out, all for him.

They served his meal on a plate, and he ate in a manner that was almost professional. When he finished, he walked out and hopped into a golf cart parked in one of his garages. As soon as he started the cart, his guards hopped into another and followed him. He drove around his vast property, and at the back of his backyard, there was a mini river with a boat on it.

He began playing golf, all by himself, with his guards stationed at a distance, observing him. Whenever he made a great shot, they would clap for him. He appeared skilled at the game, as if it were something he had been playing for a long time.

Suddenly, he received a call and answered it. After the call ended, he returned to his golf cart and drove away.

"Boss, it wasn't intentional. We worked on everything possible for this not to happen. I am really sorry, I am sorry," the man said, bowing quickly in front of Mr. Warren, holding a remote. Mr. Warren glanced through some files, visibly furious.

"Is this all you people could do? Is this how you turn to treat the company when I leave for just a few weeks?" Mr. Warren's voice held clear anger as he firmly held the files. The man kept his head lowered. "I am really sorry, boss," he said. "I will see to it that it will be resolved. Please don't fire me," he added.

"Make sure you do that as soon as possible," Mr. Warren said, dropping the files on the floor beside me. He then walked past the man, and all his employees bowed to him, stopping everything they were doing until he had passed.

"Mr. Moon was already standing at his gate waiting for me. 'Good morning, Sir,' he said, and opened the door for him to enter. I followed him inside shortly,".

"Mr. Warren sat on his chair, going through some files, before heading to a conference meeting. The meeting was tense, as usual; he wasn't letting anyone who messed around go freely. He blasted them out, anyone who wasn't on the right truck".

After the meeting, he walked down the hallway and passed Mara's mini office. Suddenly, he stopped, opened the door, and entered the room, pacing around.

His face slowly lit up as he gently touched the chair. However, Mr. Moon sharply opened the door without any knock, startling Mr. Warren. He looked up, immediately removing his hands from the chair, and stared deadly into Mr. Moon's face.

"I didn't know you were here," Mr. Moon said nervously as he smiled. "I heard noises inside here, so I decided to come and check if maybe I would see a mouse or something," he said.

Mr. Warren walked closer to him, giving him a look, and then walked out.

The same thing happened again the second time; he caught Mr. Warren in Mara's office as he paced around. He entered and repeated the same words he had said earlier.

And even the third time, but this time Mr. Warren III was seated on the chair.

Sir, Mr. Moon said when he backed into the room the third time….Mr. Warren gazed at him this time looked more furious…

Mr. Mood was about to repeat his words the third time again and Mr. Warren cut him off….

Is this not also part of my company, can't I go anywhere I want in this building, he said….

Oh I didn't mean it that way Sir, I have never seen you here in this particular place of the office since Miss Carter Castillo was employed her. Mr. Mood said and smiled …

And she is even on a leave, remember he added…

"Wasn't I the one who gave her the leave? Do you think I have no knowledge about it? I choose to enter anywhere in this company anytime I like," Mr. Warren said firmly before walking away.