CHAPTER 45
ANTHONY SMITH’S POV
"Where's the client? Did you not inform him of the meeting?" I swallowed down the lump of apprehension, trying to drown the real reason my potential client wasn't here yet.
"He… he backed out at the last minute. Says we have to provide records of the company’s successful innovations from the last five years," my secretary, Penelope, said.
I opened my mouth but shut it immediately. There was nothing to say. I truly had nothing to say.
Without another word, I left her behind and walked into my office.
Anger and more apprehension clawed at me viciously. My spacious, air-conditioned office felt small and cramped—hot and uncomfortable.
I was on the verge of losing it all. All my years of hard work were about to go down the drain. For the past five years, in
