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~Asher~
"Son of a b***h," I mumbled, glaring at Ian. He maintained a stupid grin on his face and I scoffed.
Does he really think he is in control of the Group now because Dad is away?
Dad didn't matter as long as I had Grandpa on my side.
On the faces of the directors, it was obvious that they all found Ian's attitude unprofessional but none spoke up.
They were Ian's minions, so why should they?
Nancy walked in, "Mr. Walton, I apologize for this. The seats were provided according to the slots presented." She apologized, "I will make a quick arrangement for your seat, please forgive me."
I started to shake my head no, telling her to not bother when Ian called her.
"Nancy?" She stopped and faced him.
"Yes, sir."
"Please step out for a second," he looked
