CHAPTER NINETEEN: The Trap

“Wow, this is really amazing,” Betsy said.

“I'm very sure this will definitely be a success,” Alex added, and I smiled, then took it from them and arranged it in a brown folder and headed to the GM's office.

On getting to his office, I met him filing his nails and with his legs placed on the table. I greeted him and then told him I’m here to submit my design. He seemed very surprised and shocked as he quickly put down his leg and stood up.

“Already?”

“Yes, I told you I got a capable team,” I replied, and he let out a light cough and had his seat back.

He stretched out his hand, and I handed him the file. He took a look at it one after the other, with his eyes totally glued on each one of them. I smiled in satisfaction. After checking it out, he closed it and slammed his fist on the table, anger visible on his face.

“How dare you bring me this kind of trash and do youthink I’ll accept it? Do you want the public and our opponent to be mocking us? Can't you use your head and come up with