Chapter Three: Good EnoughThe inevitability of f*****g up when he is in charge of a company this size had occurred to him, but he had ignored that possibility because he has never liked it when things are not completely under his control.
Still, when his staff broke to news to him that they had a mole and the damage would take weeks, if not months, to fix, he wanted to throw his furniture out the window. They are high enough that anything he throws out the window could cause irreparable damage to innocent bystanders, so he pushes down that instinct and focuses on that breathing exercise his psychologist insists he does whenever he gets the urge to hurt someone.
He sits in his seat and taps his fingers against the desk, a repetitive tap-tap-tap, eyes gazing into the papers strewn in front
