CHAPTER ELEVEN
ADAM MEADOWS
THERE'S a bead of sweat forming on the forehead of the man sitting in front of me, despite the chilly temperature in my office. I should put him out of his misery, but instead, I continue to stare him down.
"I... the fund... we we're so grateful for your continued investment," he stammered.
Dapat lang naman. I've got billions invested throughout the world, a far from insignificant portion of it in his firm. Nag-angat ako ng tingin sa kaniya. My face serious. "I never said I'd continue investing in you," I said, my voice is firm, devoid of any kindness.
Nagsimulang gumalaw ang isa niyang paa sa sahig, dinig ko ang pag-tap ng sapatos niya roon and I watched the bead of sweat run down his face, his breathing accelerating by the second.
"H-Hindi ka ba... satis
