I furrowed my brows but did not speak as I waited for him to go on.
"The late payment caused Roberts Group to suffer a loss, which means that it is having problems with the fund. Hendrix doesn't want to continue working with Alford Audit because if that shows up in the annual audit, Roberts Group's stock will fall and the shareholders would panic."
I just kept frowning and stared at him. I asked, "But Hendrix didn't appoint your company to be the auditor. Besides, I'm the director of the company. I should know better, right?"
He sneered and claimed, "Arianna, you're being too arbitrary!"
I stood up and did not want to continue the conversation anymore. "I've decided that the auditing firms would bid for Roberts Group's annual audit project. Therefore, it's up to Brilliant Audit now. As for the situation in Roberts Group, I think I should know better. Mr. Clark, you should go home and wait for the news."
After saying that, I left the lounge and got in my car.
I started the car and recalled everything Sawyer had told me. There was a possibility that he might be right but I would not believe his every word. Over the years, there were cases where Roberts Group had suffered losses because of late payments.
Nevertheless, I could not rule out the possibility that there was something wrong with the funds!
I drove back to the office and surprisingly, Josiah was in my office. It seemed that he was waiting for me.
He noticed me and placed down the magazine he was reading. He stared at me and asked, "How did it go?"
"Not bad," I replied and glanced at the lunch box on my desk. I raised my eyebrow at it. "What is this?"
"Albert made some soup. It's good for morning sickness," he answered as he went to open the lunch box.
Earlier that morning, he had given me some soup too. I had drunk some of it and indeed, I was not nauseous. It seemed like the soup was effective.
"Thank you." I sat down and raised my eyebrow at him. I asked, "Are you just here to deliver the soup?"
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