CHAPTER 93

Harold's POV.

“...We should have about twenty-five percent returning to us by the end of this deal, sir.” The man managed to complete his presentation, his eyes looking everywhere but at my face.

I sat there in my chair, looking ahead at my employees while they made a fool of themselves. I didn't think they understood the fact that I wasn't here to joke. And I would not be holding back on my plan to crush whoever decides to step on my toes.

His female partner got on her feet. She nervously pulled down at her dress, body trembling like a leaf. I didn't know what unnerved them the most.

The fact that I wasn't talking or the fact that my stare could bury them at that moment.

“Sir, ” she parted her golden bob, taking a step forward. She snapped her fingers twice like she was so sure that I wasn't here with them.

“Sir, please.” She pleaded about nothing in particular while her eyes wandered everywhere in the room. Her gaze settled on the empty chair beside me. The one that was always occ