“Is President Rowan in? I want to speak with him,” Richard said, tapping a nervous knuckle on the desk of the secretary.
The lady raised her head to look at Richard with a small frown. “Good morning, do you have an appointment, sir?”
Richard shook his head. “No, but it's really urgent,”
“I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in without an—”
“Did you miss the part where I said meeting with the president is urgent?” Richard snapped, frustration bubbling in his veins. His fists curled and uncurled in nervousness. He had to do something to save his company before it was too late.
The shareholders couldn't just kick him out like he hadn't built that company from scratch. They dare not treat him like a beggar –all because some loser had ordered it.
His mouth found the tip of his pinky finger an
