Chairman Alvord was more desperate than ever. He was running out of time.
Death loomed closer and closer, just waiting to swing the scythe over his neck.
If he couldn't get Nathaniel Faulkner as a new investor before this coming Friday, the board would finally sack him. Not even his loyal followers could help him anymore.
Even now, they had been delaying this matter for ages. Their patience was stretched tautly thin. But nothing had been going according to his plans.
'Screw everything!'
Spinning on his heels, Chairman Alvord threw himself on the couch in the seating area. He gnashed his teeth, more lines of fury etched on his face.
Tapping one foot on the floor in agitation, he dug his fingers into the armrest, veins bulging. The blaze of fury fully enveloped his heart.
Felicia and Ruediger remained unwavering, obviously not falling under his tricks. In fact, they rose unscathed. The former's company only suffered minor losses.
