Beyond the Divorce

I quickly stood up and walked away from my desk, warmly greeting Jordan.

"Mr. Jordan, hello." I smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat, and asked Carol to bring water and coffee.

I had heard from Eleanor that Jordan handed over the reins of Yorksen Doors to his son for health reasons. Seeing him, it was evident that his complexion wasn't great. "Ms. Chloe, it's been a while. Sorry for the trouble."

He was humble. But his son, Jesse, had an unpleasant and restrained expression. Even though they came to see me, it seemed like he wasn't too willing.

"You're being too polite. Please, have a seat." I gestured again.

Jordan nervously sat on the sofa, glancing around my office. "This is quite a big change. I used to be very familiar with this office."

He was trying to bridge the gap between us.

"Yeah. Time flies. It's been over ten years, and we've been working together for quite a while."

I glanced at Jesse, who still looked displeased, inspecting my office. Perhaps he sensed that my office was more high-end than his.

"Ms. Chloe, my secretary already briefed me about what happened this morning. Please don't hold it against us. My son hasn't been sensible lately. In light of our many years of cooperation, please give Yorksen a chance," Jordan said apologetically.

He seemed genuinely sincere as he said, "I brought my son here to apologize to you.".

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However, my principles remained clear after seeing Jesse's dark and resentful face. His behavior earlier didn't help things, either.

After Jordan finished speaking, he sternly reprimanded Jesse, "Jesse, apologize to Ms. Chloe."

"Dad, I've already shown you respect

by letting you drag me here. Why should apologize to her? They are the ones who terminated the contract. Do we really have to beg for cooperation like this?

Jesse looked at his father with disdain. I maintained a faint smile, unperturbed.

Jordan was instantly angered by Jesse's defiance, slamming the sofa armrest. "Ungrateful brat!"

I felt awkward, but I also understood Jordan's urgent and frustrated state of mind. Jesse was about to speak again when I raised my hand, signaling to hold him back.

Then, I looked at Jordan, "Mr. Jordan, calm down. Whether he apologizes or not doesn't matter. What he said is true. We tore up the contract."

"It must have been a joke for you." Jordan sighed.

"There's no need to apologize. How about this? If Mr. Jesse has

something to do, he can leave net

I'll just discuss this with

Jordan," I tentatively

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I also figured out that in this situation. It wasn't appropriate to have both father and son stay. I was sure Jesse was also concerned about his image.

Sure enough, when Jesse heard my suggestion, he immediately stood up as if granted a pardon. He glanced at me, then turned and left.

He slammed the door so hard that it shook the room. I was truly speechless.

Carol, not knowing what had happened, rushed in. Seeing that Jordan was still there, she breathed a sigh of relief. I signaled to her, and she retreated. Jordan, his face pale from anger, clenched his fists.

He muttered to himself, "Useless son. Bastard..."

In a soft tone, I said, "Calm down. Don't be angry. Kids need to be reasoned with slowly. He may be egoistic. After all, he probably couldn't accept getting scolded in front of strangers."

"Forgive us. Forgive us for the embarrassment." Jordan's voice trembled.

I quickly picked up a glass of water and handed it to him. "Take it easy. A sip of water will help."