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Samil gazed at the CFO with a satisfied smirk. Basing on their characters, I could guess they were not just “good friends”, they were more like brothers… or even twins sharing a collective mind. They were both cold, calculative, and uncompromising. Mr. Havet stood up from his chair and walked towards the presentation screen.
“Can you go back to your first slide?” he asked, or rather ordered the assistant who showed the presentation.
The young female flinched, her hands started shaking, she barely managed to hold the remote control, I took her a while before she pressed the right button. Mr. Havet observed her composedly standing right next to her. As soon as the slide appeared on the screen, he pointed on few basic points presented there.
“Are you the one responsible for that load of nonsense?” he asked her, smiling maliciously.
“I-I-I… only prepared… the presentation,” she stated stutte
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