Javier followed Mr. Flanders down the corridor, moving at an unhurried pace. Behind him, employees whispered frantically, trying to understand how they had just insulted a billionaire without knowing.But not everyone had heard the truth yet.As Javier stepped into the operations department, a group of young staff members near the reception desk turned to look at him. They exchanged glances, snickering.“Hey, there he is again,” one of them muttered.Another one smirked. “The guy who keeps sneaking around like he owns the place.”The receptionist, Mira, folded her arms. “Sir, can I help you?” she asked, tone dripping with annoyance.Mr. Flanders froze. “Mira—”But Javier gestured for him not to interfere.He approached the desk calmly. “I’m here for the inspection.”Mira raised an eyebrow. “Inspection? You?” She laughed. “Sir, this is a corporate office, not a community center.” She picked up her tablet. “Name?”“Javier,” he replied.“Javier what?” she pressed, clearly ready to mock h