VICTOR
I’ve been seated in my home office the whole day; more like I locked myself in here all day, reflecting on what have happened so far. To think that Mykel has been patient with my ass and not kick me out of the company after all the troubles I’ve caused.
I’m even the f*****g reason why he lost his shares to Desmond. Although I don’t know the whole narrative, but I’m almost certain he gave it away in order to keep an eye on me.
My phone vibrated on the table before me, pulling me out of my thought. I sighed when I saw Jack’s name. He is the designer from JJ Motors whom I’ve been giving our company’s designs to.
I found myself entranced by the persistent ringing of the phone until it inevitably disconnected, only to embark on another relentless round of ringing. Murmuring a curse
