Chapter 18

"How dare that small boy think he can pull a fast one over me, how dare he?!" He shouted he hadn't felt this much sensation in ages.

As a businessman he is known and feared by many, yet, this young man trampled on him like he was nothing but a piece of shit, like a rag, a tool merely to be used for his end.

He was not at all pleased by how things were panning out but he had no choice he was being held by the throat and one wrong move would render him and his reputation tarnished.

His secretary looked from a distance and didn't know what the issue was, he wasn't sure what to make of the matter and decided to ask

"Sir, is the press conference going to carry on as planned?"

Chairman Zack had come to his senses and was now calm after the feat of rage he displayed.

He sat on his office chair with his head bent down and despair written all over his face as he buried his face in his palm.

His legs were sprawled out as he inclined into a bad posture on his chair, and his protruding stomach