"That stupid bitch doesn't know how to get anything done."
Mr. Colton cut his call with Linda and sneered at his phone before he threw it to the side. He was sitting behind a wide desk inside of a large office. There were two people opposite him. One of them was Francis Colton, and he was sitting in a chair and facing his father with a worried expression on his face, and the other person was a tall man with white hair and black, expressionless eyes that were staring at the two Coltons with a hard gaze.
The tall man folded his hands and leaned back on the wall behind him as he waited to hear what Colton would say next. He had this calm, dangerous aura around him that made anyone who saw him immediately cautious to not cross his path.
"She couldn't do it? Didn't she say it would be easy?"
Francis spoke up worriedly as he heard his father what his father said after the call, and he began to wring his hands together as sweat formed on his forehead.
