Rowan
I walked into the office with my hands in my pockets, tension building up in my shoulders. My gaze focused on me as everyone tried to stop me and talk to me. I blissfully ignored them.
I had work to do, and I needed to put my head down and focus on other things; otherwise, I wouldn't stop suffering, and I didn't like it at all.
Since we had moved to NY to open the new office, the rivals had become more aggressive and had begun to test the waters to grab our customers, taking advantage of the fact that neither my father nor I were there because we were busy elsewhere.
It was something we expected, in fact we planned to stay one in London and one in NY, it would have been the most propitious time for my father to leave me the reins of the company so that I would have the possessio
