Mr Olsen POV
I stepped out of my car and strode towards the interview office with purpose, my two bodyguards struggling to keep up with my brisk pace. Their heavy footsteps echoed behind me as we approached the door, which a staff member hastened to open. I slipped inside, discarding my blazer with a flick of my wrist, and greeting the ladies waiting to be interviewed with a brief nod. My guards took their positions, standing sentinel behind the seated women, as I continued into the main office. My two grandsons rose from their seats, their faces set with a mixture of respect and admiration, as they welcomed me with a nod.
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