"Sir, what about your son? Why can't he be the successor of this company?" Beatrice asked as she followed Mr. Fin into his office while she tried to keep the tune of her voice in check, she didn't want her old boss to notice how fucking annoyed she was at the event of today.

'Fuck! Why didn't I see this coming?' She thought to herself as Mr. Fin arranged his table before settling in his swiveled seat.

The old bald man let out a sigh as he clasped his hands together before fixing his dark eyes ...