Jennie walked into Wilson's building, her 3-inch heels clicking on the clean marble floor, while her employees greeted her with a curious stare as to why she was wearing a scarf across her face with sunglasses indoors.
Getting to the meeting room, Jennie tossed away her bag and banged her fist hard on the table.
"Don't tell me you have another bad news because I'm sick of it," said Jennie. She removed her glasses and glared at her shareholders. "What is it this time?" She questioned.
A young man in his late twenties stood up and spoke,
"We have already lost two of our investors. They intend to go back to the Anderson corporation but I doubt Ethan Anderson will take them back. We have lost a total of 65% of our stock market," he dropped the bomb without batting an eyelash.
Jennie could only stare at him as the entire room fell into silence. She wanted to spew insults but she'd suddenly run out of them.
