THE towering glass façade of Escobar Enterprises loomed over the bustling city as Oswald's sleek black BMW pulled up to the front entrance. Nathan, already sensing his boss's mood that morning, hurriedly exited to open the car door, but Oswald had already stepped out, his expression a mask of barely contained fury.
Nathan sighed deeply, then went ahead to get out his stuffs. He did and they both began heading for the building, while the chauffeur drove off, towards the parking lot.
Inside the building, at the trading floor which was the ground floor, employees who had been chatting or sipping coffee quickly returned to their desks as the sight of their formidable CEO approaching sent a ripple of tension through the office just as it always did.
The morning air, once filled with the hum
