"EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU ARE PAID HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS JUST SO THAT THINGS LIKE THIS NEVER HAPPEN!"
Thunder seemed to be roaring from a particular building in the busy city of Los Alverez.
It came from the meeting room on the thirty-seventh floor of Morrison Tower where tension was pulsing. The ceiling lights, pristine and bright, illuminated the polished room where Richard Morrison stood, fists clenched, jaw locked.
Around him, his legal team and senior board members exchanged nervous glances. Laptops open, papers in hand, but no one dared speak.
Richard's face was as red as a balloon.
"SO TELL ME HOW?!" he roared, slamming his palm against the table. The sound echoed across the massive conference room. "How did a twenty-one-year-old brat get the jump on us? That branch was protected! We had full control!"
"Sir, please—"
"Don't 'sir' me, Kepler! You're my Head of Legal Affairs and you're telling me we didn't see this coming? That we couldn't block it?!"
