Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 57

Diego –

A lot of things need to be straightened out when I need to start a new relationship. It's been almost six years running, and I've had to forget him. He who has left has left me and is unlikely to return.

Diego walked out of the bathroom with half-dry hair. His body is strapping with torn bread 6 boxes are grown with thin feathers. He picked up the shirt that Ashan prepared, complete one stel with a jaz, tie, even shoes.

"Master. Maximo is expected to attend this meeting. What is mister ….?" Ashan's words were cut short when Diego turned and looked at him.

"Why? Are you afraid of him?"

"No, I'm just worried …." Ashan swallowed his saliva. "It's about miss, sir. Should I prepare a precaution?" continued.

Diego raised one corner of his lips while fixing his tie in front of the mirror. He seemed to be indifferent to the warning Ashan had given regarding Aishe and his uncle.

"You just have to watch her. He's innocent, but he's much smarter than when we met half a year ago."

"Understand Master."

10 O'clock BIN bank.

Diego was having a cup of tea in his study. His eyes seemed focused, staring at the glass that turned out to be two directions. From behind the glass, there were some people who were holding a meeting. Ashan and his secretary, Aishe.

At first, the meeting had begun with a hot problem, discussing the decline in BIN performance over the past 3 years. Maximo was deemed incapable of managing the headquarters, and hoped to be removed from office soon.

Some councils began to make noise, proposing Diego to return and stabilize BIN. However, some people refused, assuming Maximo's performance was competent enough.

"Don't be silly! How can a crippled man lead the company?"

"Come on! It's only been 3 years running. It's quite natural that our performance is slightly decreased."

One of the councilmen who heard that stood up and kicked down the table. "Slightly said?" the stranglehold kept everyone in the room quiet.

"In 30 years. Mr Max's performance was the worst. Why did Mr. Cen say it was a little downhill?"

"Sirkan sir, please calm down a little." Ashan patted the old man's shoulder, intending to calm him down.

The old man finally obeyed and sat back down. The room instantly became silent, none of them speaking. Until the end ….

"What if you're paralyzed?" Aishe suddenly muttered. But because the room was so quiet, his words sounded so clearly that it made everyone turn to him.

"Even just sitting there, some entrepreneurs can win a tender worth millions of Lyra." Aishe confirmed his words, making Ashan in the fog trying to stop Aishe.

"What are you talking about, young lady?" ask one of the men who attended the meeting.

"I'm talking about sitting. Just like now, just sitting down, being able to dethrone a competent president director and replace him with someone who doesn't com…."

Not yet had he continued his words, a man about 45 years old stood up while pounding the table.

"Which part are you?" said the man loudly.

Aishe stood up and was about to answer, but the man named Sham stood up and shook his waist.

"You're angry at a young girl? What he said was right. You are incompetent!"

The old man called Serkan also chimed in, saying that the man named Maximo was indeed incompetent.

The two camps stood up to each other, defying opinions about the other camp saying Max was incompetent. At the time they were arguing, Diego who had been observing just laughed.

His laughter was quite loud, also hinting at complacency. I don't know, which part makes the man satisfied and happy like that.

Was it because Aishe dared to defend her before the council?

Or two squarring sides defending Maximo, also deposing him

...☆TBC☆...

Eyes already sepet, continue tomorrow again 🙏