"Let's head upstairs first and see what they have to say!" The people upstairs are the key!
At this moment, Elvin had calmed down some. "You mean, Eric?"
He realized, "Damned spoiled brat!"
The two of them entered the room, where Eric seemed to sense Lance was coming and had taken a seat in Lance's chair.
All of Heller's belongings had been thrown out by Lance, replaced with new items, lending the office an air of freshness.
His feet propped up on Lance's newly purchased desk, the dust from his shoe soles already settling on the desktop.
Lawyer Ossen was sitting on the sofa, looking at some documents. Hearing the door open, he stood up on his own initiative.
"Mr. Lance..." Then his gaze fell on Elvin, "and Mr. Elvin."
"Did you get your salary?"
Elvin didn't speak. He knew that at this time everything revolved around Lance. He took Lance's coat and hat, hung them on the coat rack, and then stood aside.
