Thoughts

Jonas growled, trying not to slam everything on the desk. His face was flushed and sweat splashed on his forehead. The boiling emotions were hard to control.

The air around him felt heated, the temperature rising, burning all of Jonas' memories. It wasn't just the dinner invitation; reports of declining sales followed shortly after. Then came unpleasant rumors that were escalating among the shareholders.

It must be Andreas.

Jonas clenched his fists tightly and punched the desk with a conviction that swirled in his head.

Surely. Andreas must be the mastermind behind all this.

Jonas' fingers turned white. He looked furious, his breath roaring in uncontrollable anger.

“Sir.”

Alan's voice was heard. Jonas turned around, completely unaware of his arrival.

“Everyone's gathered in the conference room.”

Jonas growled, adjusting his slightly disheveled suit. His appearance was obvious and would not escape Alan's observant gaze.

In less than thirty minutes, Andreas set foot in Progun. He also f