THE second and minute hand of the big wall clock hanging on the wall ticked and ticked, controversing a little with the solitude of the luxurious office.
Seated on the swivel chair was Oswald, his fingers deftly tapping away at his sleek laptop. The room as always, exuding an air of sophistication and power, with its dark mahogany furniture and floor to ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline.
He was engrossed in his work, reviewing financial reports and strategic plans for his company’s latest acquisitions.
His life the past weeks had been turbulent, from one turbulence to another. From enemies lurking, from the weird maid, and from his mother, she seemed to be the worst of them all. Forcing things on him.
The door to his office creaked open slightly, and N
