ALEJANDRO’S POV.
This moment seems to stop time. I can’t breathe. I can feel my nails digging into my palms as I open my shut eyes. I can feel my blood seethe and I unclench my fist. Joe and Mike have whammy expressions on and I can predict I am no different if I can see my reflection as of now.
“Give it to me.” I am bellowing and I do not even care!
I could fire her for her shaky hands. Why are hands shaking? I am not even scary yet. I feel like burning down this building down, but again this isn’t my parents’ company. This is a company I built with my life savings. Not my parents’ wealth, not even the mafia’s money. This is a company I have worked hard to own since I was seventeen.
Who would dare touch the stocks I have kept to multiply for my child or children?
“You are fired, acc
