Mr. Ong's face was so red he looked like an embarrassed lobster.
"It's really not that bad, sir," Jay hesitantly said.
That was Mr. Ong's final straw.
He stood from his office chair and slammed his fist on the table. Even though he had gone to the salon to get his wig fixed into place, it was still no match for his anger.
It became disheveled, making him look like a hairy Humpty Dumpty.
"It's not that bad?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
"How can you tell me that it isn't so bad when this article has over a million views!"
"Now, people are making Azure Entertainment a big joke!"
Mr. Ong showed the other articles.
'Mr. Ong's Shortcomings: Literally and Figuratively'
'If Your Office Smells Like Blue Cheese, Then You Might Have An Underlying Yeast Infection Like Mr. Ong!'
'Hitting Puberty In Your 50s? Calm Down! You're Not Alone. A Certain CEO Is Also The Same.'
