Gerald's POV
Everyone cleared out the way for me as I walked out of the conference room.
I was in a very foul mood. Anyone who dares to stand in my way now, I would eliminate them without even blinking an eye.
Walking into my office, I slammed the door shut. Removing my suit jacket, I hung it on the coat rack which was by the window.
I sat down fuming in anger.
The investors were giving me a hard time, and I was so close to ending someone's life and taking over the company by force, but I had to play the nice guy, at least in front of the board.
When I remembered that stupid reporter, Lewis Davenport, I felt like killing him all over again.
His death has not done justice to the anger I was feeling. I should have given him a more painful death. He didn't deserve to die so easily. H
