Love Comes To Me

"They can't be trusted?" Marcos scoffed, "Do they think that by discrediting the Leoz Group like this, others will work with them?"

Alvaro hesitated before speaking cautiously, "Brother, it's not really ineffective."

At that, Marcos frowned: "What do you mean?".

"The boss of that company said he had to consider whether to continue working with the Leoz Group."

Marcos' eyes were cold and his voice was like a layer of frost. "After all these years working together, the Leoz Group has only had one fall and they've lost trust," he said. "Don't get angry, brother. If this company doesn't work together, there are others."

Alvaro reassured him as much as himself.

"It's better for all collaboration to continue." Marcos said, "No company can easily stop with any of the current collaborations." Alvaro nodded, "Understood. I'll keep talking to them."

"I work hard."

Today, he couldn't do as much on his own without Alvaro and Alfredo's help.

Alvaro raised an eyebrow, "Brother, if you really think I've been working too hard, give me a few days off when things settle down."

"Fine." Marcos agreed without saying a word.

The long vacation he had promised her before had never come to fruition, so he would take this opportunity to give her a break and spend some quality time with Bonita. "Thanks, bro."

As soon as he heard he had a vacation, Alvaro felt energized and felt he could do anything.

...

Before the external problems were resolved, the internal ones arrived as well.

That day, shareholders came to the company to ask Marcos for a statement.

"Marcos, don't blame a few guys for being unfriendly, this matter involves everyone's interests and you must give us an explanation."

The shareholder leading the group opened the door and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a stony silence in the meeting room and everyone looked at Marcos, who was sitting in the main seat.

Marcos had his head bowed and his bony fingers tapped on the tabletop.

When he remained silent, the shareholders became impatient and grumbled.

"Marcos, what the hell do you mean by that, you think silence is going to solve everything?".

"The Leoz Group is the work of all of us, we put it in your hands because we trust you, and you are letting us down!".

"Why are you talking to him? He has lost his memory, he doesn't remember anything from the past, why bring up the past?" One of the shareholders spoke indifferently.

At that moment, Marcos raised his head and turned his warm gaze to the shareholder, in a cold voice: "Uncle Herran, am I not from The Leoz Family because I've lost my memory?"

Tio Herran avoided his gaze and growled coldly, "I don't deny that the Marcos of before was a very good man and that he has never made a mistake since he has been running the company. But the fact that he has made mistakes this time shows that it is because he has lost his memory and is not as good as before that such a serious problem has occurred."

Marcos was silent for a moment before speaking again, "So now you don't trust me?"

He looked up, his handsome face unperturbed, his eyes cold as blades.

A sense of oppression surged through him, and the shareholders stared wide-eyed, not daring to answer his question.

"Not answering is acquiescence." Mark smiled coldly, and his eyes grew colder: "If you do not trust me because I have lost my memory, you may be sure that I have lost my memory. Then you can be sure that my memory loss does not mean that I am incapable."

He paused and then said in a clear voice: "Don't worry, if you give me three more days, I'll get all the projects back."

Uncle Herran growled, "What are you going to do if he's not back to normal in three days?"

Marcos had anticipated this question and spoke calmly, "Then we will call a board meeting and elect a new president." At these words, everyone present was taken aback.

Yes, they had come to ask for explanations, but they had not really thought of asking him to resign.

The Leoz Group would not have been able to develop so well over the years if it had not been for him.

I can't imagine what the Leoz Group would be like without him.

"Marcos, now that you have said that, what can we say." Tio Herran stood up, "Okay, we'll give you three more days."

Marcos nodded, "Okay. Can we adjourn then?".

The shareholders said, "Yes, yes."

Marcos got up and left first.

As soon as he left, the shareholders heaved a big sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that even though I've lost my memory, the oppressive feeling it gives is still impossible to ignore." One shareholder couldn't help but shake his head and lament.

"Even though he has lost his memory, he is still Marcos."

The shareholders couldn't help but reassure themselves; as long as it was Marcos, he would do what he said.

Within three days, he would surely get all the projects back on track.

...

Marcos returned to his office and was immediately greeted by Alvaro, who was waiting for him.

"Did they give you a hard time, brother?" asked Alvaro with concern.

Things were not going well for the Leoz Group at the moment, and the shareholders should be sitting on their hands.

"What do you think?" Marcos gave him a sidelong glance, stepping behind his desk and sitting down.

"That there must be." Alvaro snorted, "Even though they've been friends of Dad's for decades, when it comes to matters of profit, there's always been a distinction between public and private!"

The word "public and private" was used with such emphasis that you could hear the sarcasm in it.

A group of shareholders who could share the good but not the bad.

"That's good." Mark laughed and said in a light voice, "I have lost my memory, so they don't trust me in their heart."

"Brother, you have lost your memory yes, but your powers are still there, aren't they?". Alvaro, fearing he blamed himself, added comfortingly, "It's enough that they don't believe, we as a family believe in you." "Thank you."

Marcos looked at him and added, "Don't worry, I'm fine. And I promised you three days to get all the Leoz Group projects back to normal."

"Three days?" Alvaro frowned, "You're fine?"

"I thought you said you trusted me?" asked Marcos instead of answering.

Alvaro scratched his head and smiled, "Of course I believe you. I just think it's a little up in the air."

"Suspicious?" Marcos laughed lightly, "Three days is still more than enough for me."

At that, Alvaro finally calmed down, "Brother, I'll do my best to help you in these three days." Marcos nodded: "Yes.

In the evening, Marcos stayed late at work.

He called Paulina and told her he was working late and that she didn't have to wait for him.

Paulina is used to him working late and says nothing.

But Alvaro came back in the afternoon and told her that Marcos had been so busy today that he hadn't eaten all day.

As soon as Paulina found out, she had the kitchen make him a bento immediately.

After dinner, she took out the lunch box and headed for the Leoz Group.