Chapter 902 Persona Non-Grata

“Where’s Mr. Brighthall?” Mrs. Engel asked. “Why isn’t here with us?” Deirdre seemingly blinked back to attention. “He, uh, said there’s a lot of things at work pending his attention for the moment, so he’s not going to join us. Just send his portion upstairs.” “That busy, huh?” Deirdre thinned her lips. “The company is going through a massive purge, Mrs. Engel. He needs to ensure that every single position is being occupied by someone reliable and trustworthy, which means he’s now an even bigger micromanager. It’s only normal for him to be so… busy.” “I see,” Mrs. Engel replied noncommittally before muttering, “Gosh, it isn’t easy to found a business, right? I’ll immediately bring his portion upstairs before Mr. Brighthall gnaws on his fingernails out of hunger.” “Alright.” Deirdre finished her dinner alone. Brendan did not step into her room all night. Mrs. Engel later told Deirdre that the man spent his night on the couch in his study. “I was thinking if we should put these