"Ben, do not delay it any longer. Do it in a way that no one notices. Logan, must be annihilated. He is leaving for Medina A tonight on board his private plane. Get it done at midnight. I'll be awaiting good news," said the man at the other side of the line. Cutting the line, Ben Ford Ax didn't bat an eyelid. He was going to get the job done tonight. No one can see his expression. His heart was in turmoil. Whatever he had on his mind, it was well masked by his expressionless face. His angelic face was enough to deceive everyone around him. Strolling towards the door of his awaiting car, he brought no one with him. Dressed in his usual business suit, he made his way to VixLog Company. His car was right behind Logan Arman Leonard's convoy as soon as he entered the intersection leading to the company. It was an early start for all the higher ups as Logan had something important to announce. So one by one the VIPs arrived, straight to the conference room. Everyone knew how ruthless Logan was when it comes to punctuality and business. He showed no mercy for anyone who commits injustice. It's because of this that he gained the respect of both his subordinates and family. "Is it another plundering case?" commented Mr. Drake as he whispered to Mr. Sharp. "There are rumours that he has just found out the misdeeds of Mr. Sheep. Mr. Sheep seems to have doctored this year's earning, depositing into a dummy account whatever amount he manages to extract," whispered back Mr. Sharp. At this moment, the door to the conference room was pushed open and Logan's entrance was announced. "CEO Leonard has arrived," Mr. Ken, Logan's personal assistant announced. Everyone scrambled to their feet as soon as they heard the announcement. Logan walked in with an air akin to a king. His very presence made anyone crouch in fear. As soon as he sat down, he gestured everyone to do the same. "Mr. President, why did you gather us? Did anyone bring dissatisfaction to you?" quipped Mr. Whelp, a shareholder with a 5% share at VixLog. "You seem to be overly excited, Mr. Whelp? Are you guilty of anything?" assistant Ken asked staring fixedly at Mr. Whelp. " Uh..No, I was just asking, Mr. Ken. Pardon me." Mr. Whelp sealed his lips with embarrassment, at the same time with annoyance. He was having an early rendezvous with his secretary, when he received the call for a shareholders meeting that he had to rush out from his office lounge, while at the peak of heat that made him so irritable. Soon after, he excused himself to go to the restroom.