In the top-floor office of Wayne Tower, Thomas studied the financial report in his hands with a grave expression. The chief financial officer standing before his desk looked even worse than Thomas did; his hair had practically turned white from worry.
"Mr. Wayne, the company's financial situation this quarter is already extremely concerning. I know you've been actively seeking new sources of income, but the shortage of liquid capital has forced several of our businesses to contract..."
"All right, I understand. Find a way to hold on for another quarter. Also, send me the materials on the projects that are still in their expansion phase. I'll see if there's anything left to optimize."
At that moment, there was a knock at the door. A middle-aged woman in a business suit walked in. She nodded to the financial officer, then looked at Thomas and said, "Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry, but I have to remind you that your personal Doctor called me again to emphasize that you cannot work without sleep or rest for three consecutive days. It could put your life in danger."
Thomas lowered his gaze and said, "I know my physical condition very well, but there are more important matters waiting for me to resolve. I have to make use of every moment. All right, go get the materials for me."
Thomas stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, slipping both hands into his suit pockets as he looked down. The woman stepped forward and stood opposite him, looking at him as she said, "Thomas, we've known each other for almost twenty years. When I heard you had returned, Herman and I were both very happy."
"Of course, Melinda. You're the best personal assistant I've ever had. After I left, you helped the Wayne Family a great deal too.