All our gazes were fixed on the door, expecting the intruder to walk into the room. For some reason I felt quite agitated. I didn't know who was going to walk through the doors, but I knew one thing: he was going to cause havoc.
The door sprang open, and a man in his late forties walked into the room. The look on his face was familiar, and I don't really need to be told who he was.
Jordan's father.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped at the seated board of directors.
I looked at Damien Roth, who stood up immediately. He walked towards him and laughed.
"You still don't know," he said with a chuckle.
"Know what?" The man who was standing close to the door looked at him.
"This is Eli Turner. The same Turner, and he is here to claim his position. He is buying the compan
