“Here’s the file, sir. These are the reports and highlights of the last meeting Natasha filled up on your behalf; our top investors and shareholders are threatening to withdraw from the company if the exponential growth of their investments doesn't come in handy.”
Rex stretched a blue cover file to Damian who was buried in his office chair, rocking it from side to side, running his palm to and fro around his jaw lines, drawing an invisible pattern.
“Drop it on the table.” He directed with a calm soothing voice. One could tell he wasn’t fine. But his body language and facial expression had told a different story.
“uhm. Sir. I made findings about Naomi.”
“Okay?” He barked, seeming uninterested in the topic, raised. But his blood pumped to the radar on hearing the name, ‘Naomi’ from Rex,
