Conner Martin.

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Chairman Martin barged into his son's office where he was having a couple of talk with his employees. He was in a fit of rage that this son of his keep doing stupid things he was not aware of. Pressing some unreasonable charges on Dallion without his notice. He knew his son hate Dallion but not to these extent, he never trained him to be causing trouble here and there bringing bad reputation to the industry his sweat and blood. Seeing his father barging into his office with flaring nose he signal his assistant to take everyone out. "Conner was it a mistake handling these company to you that it becomes a priority for you to bring shame to your father's name, destroying what I toiled day and night to build, what sort of dead end imagination are you cooking up in your mind", Chairman Martin barked pointing his index finger at him. Trying not to roll his eyes, he relaxed on his chair clasping his hands together saying, " Father calm down NEW WAY malls and hotels worth a lot for is to lose why don't be a helping hand or sit and watch my so called dead end imagination come true don't you think fa.....". "Never! you can't reap what you did not sow you better wake up before it too late Conner Martin before it too late! and I presume you know what happens when you lose", Chairman Martin barked smirking. "I guess you do", he muttered stomping out from his office. "Sir we have a situation here", assistant Philip said right after the Chairman Martin left. Taping on the tablet before presenting it to his boss. "What's this?". " Berley Grey, CEO of Grey law firm daughter of Bill Grey Senior advocate of the country. Won about 30 case on the last two months now she's now the lawyer in charge of MK group of companies", Philip informed. "So? pay her off like the previous", Conner said shoving the tablet back to him. "Sorry sir but that will be a rough play if we do, she's like some ticking bomb". Chuckling Conner uttered clumsily," Berley Grey huh? get me an appointment with her I would love to meet these ticking bomb". "Roger that sir". "Also get me an appointment with the former president time for some payment", Conner said grinning massaging his jaw as well. Helping the old man during his hardest time right when he stepped down was not a bad idea after all. A whole lot of money that's capable of keeping Dallion where he belongs that kind of proper slum.
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