Edvin sat in his office, a place meant to attract young artists seeking to make a name for themselves. He was busy charming girls who were easily taken advantage of. But in the midst of his activities, his phone rang—Tommy was calling.
Seeing Tommy's name on the screen made Edvin's body tense up. He feared there might be trouble, but he couldn't think of anything serious enough to warrant such a call.
"Good afternoon, Sir," he greeted.
"What are you doing there?" Tommy asked directly.
"W-what do you mean, Mr. Tommy?"
"The ownership of that company has been transferred. Read my message!"
Edvin swallowed nervously as he opened a message that made him tremble even more. He quickly dismissed the girls in the room.
"S-sorry, Sir. I'll handle it right away."
