Chapter 262

The same old Mrs. Harold. Why did John never seem to learn? I rubbed my temples and asked, "Mr. Zeigler, does Mr. Harold have any plans for tomorrow night?" "Why do you ask, Mrs. Harold? Are you thinking of inviting Mr. Harold for dinner?" John seemed observant, as long as he didn't use the wrong title. "Yes, it's about the university-industry collaboration. I've been considering that just reading the project proposal might be a bit dry," I explained. "Wouldn't it be more effective to sit down and have a proper discussion with the university representative?" "You're really considerate, Mrs. Harold," John replied excitedly. "It just so happens that Mr. Harold has been having a tough time these past few days. It would be great if he could have dinner with you and chat." A tough time? Bruce Harold? He was the esteemed CEO of Roeval; who could have possibly given him a tough time? The more I listened, the more confused I became, so I asked directly, "So, will Mr. Harold be able to at