(In the Daniel's Enterprise…)
Justin barged into Daniel’s office, steaming. He kicked the door open, finding it too obstructing.
Daniel gave him a cold stare while he remained seated in his leather-made CEO chair. There was a huge footprint on his office door.
“Justin, I can chop off your foot if you don’t want it,” Daniel said in indifference. He took a deep breath before approaching and braced his hands on Daniel’s table.
“Cousin, why are you doing this? Are you cold-blooded? Haven’t you had enough torturing her?” His chest rose and fell as though he was trying to suppress himself.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Daniel’s eyes never left the documents that he was perusing. His voice remained cold and emotionless; it might have been his nature.
“Cousin, surely you don’t h
