Mr. Dane, burning with rage, dragged someone away, leaving behind Director Philemon, who sat there with a face ashen with anger and a profoundly low barometric pressure enveloping him.
"Fuck, idiot!"
"To disregard investment gains and losses for a woman, his head must be filled with mush. Absolutely incorrigible stupidity!"
As Director Philemon cursed through gritted teeth, he would pound his fist onto the table at the peak of his anger, producing a thunderous noise.
Those sitting in the room saw this and exchanged glances, remaining silent without a word, no one daring to provoke the director at this time.
Caroline Edwin's voice broke the odd silence, "There are countless investors under heaven, and if one leaves, the next will be richer and more compliant. Director Philemon, have you considered finding another investor?"
Her voice was cool and calm, significantly reducing Director Philemon's fury.
