Bio-Tech Headquarters - Executive Office.
The air in Mr Stewart’s office was thick with tension. Thick enough for a knife to slice through. The blinds were drawn, thereby casting long shadows over the huge mahogany desk where Mr Stewart sat, with his fingers steepled tightly and his jaw clenched. Across from him, Simeon and Richard stood rigid, with their faces tight with unease. Two of Bio - tech’s most powerful investors—Mr Victor Langley and Mr Daniel Hargrove sat in the plush chairs, their expressions were unreadable.
The huge muted television in the corner replayed Mike’s press conference repeatedly, his voice slicing through the silence like a sharp blade.
“Because certain people at Bio-tech would rather see me dead than lose control of my company.”
Mr Stewart’s eye twitched angr
