In the large conference room of Williams Building, the meeting continued, but the atmosphere was tense, and the air was even colder. Everyone had become more cautious when they reported. The directors of the companies, whose performance had not met the annual goal last year, held their breaths..
Charles’s cold eyes swept through the people sitting, their heads straight ahead but bowed slightly under his sights.
“The directors, who have not met their goals will be moved down two grades, and their income will be cut down by 30%. Does anyone have an objection?
No one dared to object.
Charles left immediately and went back to his office angerly.
He played with a red velvet ring box in his hand; his thin lips pressed tightly into a line. A sudden, a cold wind seemed to blow around his body
