What The F*CK!
"Musk! That bastard!"
Bolden slammed the file on the table, and collapsed into his chair. His heavy breathing sounded like he was about to spurt fire.
As the director of NASA, he always favored SpaceX as a representative of private aerospace companies in the UA. Whenever a good project appeared, he always thought of the company. However, Musk just now told him that they outsourced the supply mission of the International Space Station to Celestial Trade.
What the fu*k!
How dare they, how can they do this!
Traitor, this is betrayal!
Other staff members in the office were all silent. Even Bolden's assistant sped up when he passed by his desk. Everyone knew why this grumpy old man was angry. SpaceX actually outsourced the supply mission.
