CHAPTER 49

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Donovan Grant grunted angrily after looking at his company shares. They had been dropping lately. All the investors were pulling out, and no new ones were willing to join hands with backbiters.

“Clark, I'll make sure you rot in jail,” he growled, slamming his fist on the table.

He pressed the telecom button and called his secretary.

“How may I be of help to you, sir?” the secretary, Adele, said politely.

“Adele, there's something I need you to do ...