Thompson Group.
CEO's Office.
Dilbert Walker was being stopped outside. Puzzled, he said, "Why won't they let me see Arthur?"
"Assistant Dilbert, Arthur's original words were for you to go to the hospital and accompany your wife," the bodyguards guarding both sides said expressionlessly, extending a hand.
"Can I just go in and see him first?" Dilbert's face turned pale.
This had been his fifth time standing outside the door this morning, and for some reason, the bodyguards were continually denying him entry.
"No." The bodyguard was still utterly unyielding.
"..."
This sparked a subtle shift in Dilbert's feelings.
If such a dispute was happening outside the door, Arthur should be able to hear a bit of it.
But why didn't he want to see him?
Granted, Yolanda, lying in the hospital, was important, but she had already made it through the most critical moment of her life last night, and now her vital signs were stable.
He had managed to come to work and could report to Arthur.
