Dominic Vance began coming home early. It was not just an hour early, but over three hours, some days, his car was already parked out front by three in the afternoon. His personal assistant's face was constantly scrunched up like a monkey lately, as the meeting schedule was crammed into the morning, while in the afternoon, CEO Vance absolutely refused to accept any appointments past three o'clock.
He did not state the reason, and perhaps he himself did not clearly know. It was just that for the past few days, whenever the afternoon approached, he found himself entirely restless. He would check the clock several times, and seeing that the hands had not yet passed four, he would already start packing up his belongings. There was a time during a meeting when he tapped his fingers continuously on the table, to the point that the sales director thought he had said something wrong and turned pale.
