Chapter 147 Ch One Hundred And Forty Seven

• Malcolm sat in his luxurious study, surrounded by walls of dark mahogany bookshelves filled with an array of leather-bound volumes, his eyes skimming over the contents of a report displayed on his tablet, his fingers lightly tapping the screen as he made some annotation.
• In one hand, he held his phone, effortlessly multitasking as he engaged in a conversation with Edward, through the small earpods tucked into his ears.
• “The financial statements for next quarter are ready for review, sir. I will forward them to you now,” Edward said from the other side of the phone, while sitting in the comfort of his home, for the first time in a long while.