Bryan's POV
I slam my fist on the large desk in front of me as anger courses through me. It jerks the files up, making my pen fall off the desk. I am not really concerned about the pen or the file that is half-open because of the effect of my slamming, my attention is on the man in front of me.
"What the hell!" I grit in anger.
"I'm sorry, sir", he apologizes firmly, bending his head down.
"Sorry?" I scoff. "How is your sorry going to solve this s**t? If you don't look for a solution to this problem, I will have no choice but to invite the external auditors to come and check the accounts of your department as well as the Sales and Finance Department. I am no longer taking this s**t!" I hit the desk again, the file falls flat on the floor.
He keeps quiet. I exhale deeply, trying to con
