Chapter 43 Michael's Excitement
"Randall, haven't I told you not to call me randomly while I'm in a meeting? And how many times have I told you, no matter what happens, stay calm, don't be so agitated, got it?" Michael, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence and a distinguished air about him, spoke with a hint of displeasure.
"Alright, I need to continue the meeting..." Michael continued.
"Just a moment, boss!" Randall hurriedly said, "I mean, I found Dr. Smith, the one who treated Todd last time, James Smith! I found him!"
"What?!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in shock. He was calm just a moment ago, frowned, and scolded Randall for being rowdy, suddenly stood up. His movement was so fast that he even knocked his thigh, causing him to grimace in pain.
However, he didn't care; he was too excited as well. "What did you just say? You said you found James? Why didn't you say so earlier? Quickly, tell me where he is. I'm heading there right now!" he demanded.
This middle-aged man was none other than Michael, the wealthiest man in Lindwood City.
Now, his face was flushed with excitement, stunning everyone in the meeting room. All of whom were high-ranking members of the company, each worth billions, and all of them were under Michael's command.
They had never seen their boss so excited before and couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, wondering who James was.
On the phone, Randall said, "Dr. Smith is at the airport, but Mr. Brown, it seems Dr. Smith has run into trouble..."
Following that, Randall recounted what he had just seen to Michael, then cautiously asked, "Mr. Brown, should we postpone meeting him for another day?"
Michael, hearing this, exploded in anger. "Bullshit! Dr. Smith has been a lifesaver for the Brown Family. Now that he's hit a rough patch, there's no way we're leaving him high and dry!" he remarked passionately.
He instructed hastily, "Get moving, arrange the fastest, most luxurious car to be sent over... and remember, it has to be top of the line! Let's have Dr. Smith really show those jerks, got it?"
Randall nodded solemnly, speaking, "Understood, Mr. Brown."
After hanging up the phone, Michael announced the meeting adjourned and left the conference room. Outside, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, but he had no regrets. He was exhilarated to have finally found Dr. Smith.
During this time, he had expended a great deal of energy searching for James without success.
Despite being the wealthiest man in Lindwood City, the place was not small, and without accurate information on James, finding him was challenging.
He was acutely aware of his father's grave illness, and without James' timely intervention, his father would have been pushing up daisies.
James was the Brown Family's savior, both in sentiment and logic, and they had to repay him handsomely.
Regrettably, James had exited in such a rush that day, he didn't even leave a phone number. This led to his father giving him an earful more than once.
Sure, he was the top dog, the richest man around, but if it was just about gratitude, Michael wouldn't be this worked up.
The real kicker was that this time around, his sister's illness was a bizarre affliction where her body sprouted fish scales, and come midnight, she experienced such excruciating pain and itchiness. It was a living nightmare!
This had sent a chill down the spine of every family member. They had been to countless major hospitals these past few days and sought out numerous esteemed physicians, all to no avail. The situation was a mirror image of his father's predicament!
Seeing his sister's deteriorating condition and her unbearable pain, even to the point of contemplating suicide one night, greatly distressed Michael.
It was then that he thought of James; perhaps this young man could cure his sister's peculiar illness!
Finding James now was like a godsend miracle. Regardless, he was determined to bring James back.
So, upon hearing Randall mention someone mocking James, he was infuriated, more so than if he had been insulted himself!
He promptly ditched the crucial meeting he was in, making a beeline for the airport. He was set on giving James a grand welcome.
'Who the hell is this James? Got Mr. Brown all riled up?' the officials wondered.
In the boardroom, the company's high-ranking officials were staring at each other, utterly perplexed.
'No idea, but he's gotta be a heavy hitter!' they noted inwardly.
They all surreptitiously noted down this name, making a mental note not to cross him in the future.
After hanging up the phone, Randall was extremely excited. He could already envision himself being promoted and receiving a raise from Mr. Brown.
'So, it was a task that had to be done well!' Randall thought.
As he walked towards James, he quickly placed a phone call.
Randall instructed, "Hello, it's me. Arrange for a top-of-the-line Maserati Quattroporte to be at the airport, Area H, as soon as possible! Money is not a concern, but it must be fast!"
Taking a deep breath, he hastened his pace, adopted a humble posture, and approached James. He greeted, "Hello, Dr. Smith. I am Mr. Brown's assistant, Randall."
Just as James turned around, ready to leave, he saw a young man standing respectfully in front of him with a humble demeanor.
This puzzled James, and he even looked back to confirm there was no one behind him before pointing to himself and asking, "Are you talking to me?"
Randall felt embarrassed and replied, "Yes, Dr. Smith, besides you, who else is worthy of Mr. Brown's attention?"
This only deepened James' confusion. Prompting him to further question, "May I ask, who is Mr. Brown? Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
As the curious onlookers in the room turned their gaze towards them, the keen-eyed ones noticed that this young man, Randall, had an extraordinary demeanor and was dressed in a very expensive suit worth tens of thousands. He didn't seem like an ordinary person.
Randall straightened his chest, exuding an air of arrogance, and confidently declared, "The chairman of Brown Group and also the wealthiest man in Lindwood City, Michael Brown."
James nodded in understanding and thought to himself, 'So, it was Michael.'
'Come to think of it, Michael still owed me eight million dollars, didn't he?' he remembered.
At another time, he might have said something, but at that moment, he didn't have the mindset for it.
Catching James' cool-as-a-cucumber act, Randall was unfazed; his admiration for James shot up even more.
'No wonder he's the man who's got Mr. Brown's attention, truly exceptional!' Randall thought.
As a result, his approach towards James became even more deferential, bowing even deeper. However, just when he was about to open his mouth, a voice abruptly cut through the air.
"Michael? The wealthiest man in Lindwood City? You really know how to exaggerate. Why don't you claim to be the world's richest while you're at it? Haha..."
It was John. He had been observing James all along, and upon hearing Randall's words, he couldn't help bursting into laughter. He thought James must be crazy to go as far as to fabricate Michael's existence.
Who is Michael, you may ask? You'd be hard-pressed to find a soul in Lindwood City who doesn't know him - he's the top dog in Lindwood City, the captain steering the Brown Group.
You can see Michael's image plastered across all sorts of magazines and TV channels.
Even for John, someone as outstanding as himself, it would be as difficult as climbing a mountain to meet Michael, let alone it happens to James.
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