The D-Day II

"I am voting against them," A voice interrupted the meeting.

Everyone tilted their head toward the entrance. The sounds of footsteps were the only thing they heard before they finally saw his face. It was Dillon.

Mirabel and Dillon's mother almost fainted when they saw him. He didn't look like the man they'd been inflicting suffering on.

He was wearing a green tuxedo and black Italian shoes.

All the shareholders, except Mirabel and Dillon's mother all stood up and bowed respectfully and humbly.

"Good morning, President Dillon!"

Dillon gestured to them to sit, smilingly and he also took his seat.

He fixed his eyes on Mirabel and his mother, who were unable to look at him. They lowered their heads in shame and disgust.

"Did I miss anything apart from the voting?" He asked, flashing a cute smile.

"No, sir,"

"Alright, in the absence of nothing. The meeting will be adjourned. Thank you for taking the time to come here today. Please grab something on your way out," He said as