Chapter One
"Mr. Sinclair are you listening to me, we have serious issues here, the company is on the verge of-" The pretentious old lady was cut off by his loud grunt. The modern designed conference room went suddenly quiet at the sound of his grunt. A grunt was a sound usually made when in discomfort or when one disliked something, however his grunt commanded fear and utter silence. It simply meant shut the fuck up.
"Mrs. Panetta, I understand fully well that our funds are dropping. However I'm really sure the whole staff is not at fault here," he reasoned, his smooth baritoned voice projecting confidence. Immediately the room was filled with mindless chatter.
"Um excuse me sir what do you mean?" Mrs. Panetta voiced out confidently, speaking the mind of all.
"Well I meant what I said. Someone is responsible for the dropping funds and I have an idea." He smirked with delight as the room burst with noise. Mrs. Panetta's eyes widened in surprise, her frail hand flying to her mouth.
"Who is that wretched person?" She finally said whilst adjusting her glasses. The rest of the employees in the room stared at him in anticipation.
"Funny enough, I'm looking at her right now," he chuckled his dark eyes focused on the over confident old woman. She gasped in surprise, as well as the rest of the individuals in the room.
"I have to say Mr. Sinclair that is absurd. I am the most dedicated worker in this company having worked her for fifteen years and counting, if your father heard this-"
"Well my father isn't here," he countered raising an eyebrow. "I always wondered Mrs. Panetta how your twenty-six cats all wear Gucci?"
The whole room gasped on cue.
"H-how did you find out about that?" She bellowed.
"You should make your facebook page private," he said cooly, whilst leaving the room, his pesky assistant right behind him. Everyone stared after him in awe including Mrs Panetta.
"That is one badass man," she mindlessly said.
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|a/n|
First chapter, hope you liked it.
"Mrs. Panetta, I understand fully well that our funds are dropping. However I'm really sure the whole staff is not at fault here," he reasoned, his smooth baritoned voice projecting confidence. Immediately the room was filled with mindless chatter.
"Um excuse me sir what do you mean?" Mrs. Panetta voiced out confidently, speaking the mind of all.
"Well I meant what I said. Someone is responsible for the dropping funds and I have an idea." He smirked with delight as the room burst with noise. Mrs. Panetta's eyes widened in surprise, her frail hand flying to her mouth.
"Who is that wretched person?" She finally said whilst adjusting her glasses. The rest of the employees in the room stared at him in anticipation.
"Funny enough, I'm looking at her right now," he chuckled his dark eyes focused on the over confident old woman. She gasped in surprise, as well as the rest of the individuals in the room.
"I have to say Mr. Sinclair that is absurd. I am the most dedicated worker in this company having worked her for fifteen years and counting, if your father heard this-"
"Well my father isn't here," he countered raising an eyebrow. "I always wondered Mrs. Panetta how your twenty-six cats all wear Gucci?"
The whole room gasped on cue.
"H-how did you find out about that?" She bellowed.
"You should make your facebook page private," he said cooly, whilst leaving the room, his pesky assistant right behind him. Everyone stared after him in awe including Mrs Panetta.
"That is one badass man," she mindlessly said.
×××
|a/n|
First chapter, hope you liked it.
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