"President Harry!"
"Hello, President Harry!"
"President Harry!" Harry enjoyed listening to the employees around him standing up one by one to greet him with respect and reverence, revealing a faint smile as he nodded and greeted each employee in return.
This feeling of being a boss, being respected and flattered by others, was indescribably comfortable. On the surface, Harry appeared calm and casual, as if he were just strolling around the company for an inspection. In reality, he was simply savoring the thrill of being a boss for the first time. Though this behavior was quite tacky, if someone else had acted this way, the old Harry would have called them a stupid nouveau riche with no sophistication.
But now, Harry just felt that being a nouveau riche was really fucking amazing. Those who mocked the nouveau riche for being unsophisticated or uncouth were just jealous. Being a rich second generation was nowhere near as satisfying as being a nouveau riche.
