Chapter 12: The Conference Meeting
It finally was the day.
Cars cruised to the front of a tall, opulent golden glass-built structure. It towers if not as high as the Holland Penthouse, maybe because both were owned by the same person. This was the world-renowned Holland Corporations.
Black limos, Range Rovers in different builds, and even multi-million cybertrucks pulled over before the Holland Corporations, and they stepped out over the red carpet... They, the filthily rich shareholders. Reporters rushed at them like an army of ants, asking questions about what was happening today and sorts. The internet itself buzzed with the headline "Mr Holland taking over the empire".
Moments later, a red Lincoln Continental revved over to breathe out the red-suited Kieran Holland who walked over the carpet with his P.A. dressed in a similar attire. Cameras clicked one after the other, but he paid no one heed as usual... His bodyguards knew their assignment.
Minutes later.
A set of ladies pushed the golden Palmer door and Kieran walked into the conference room. The distinguished men and women inside looked his way, but Kieran didn't waver. Social anxiety was the first man he ever killed.
Cameras clicked as he walked up to the forefront, where his seat was. The best spot is always for the influential ones, they say.
Kieran settled in his seat – no one spoke, not yet.
Amanda stood by his side, hands clasped afront. She bowed at the shareholders, "Good morning everyone. I am Amanda Williams, Mr Holland's personal assistant. Though everyone here knows about him already, I will do a little more briefing..." She then gestured at Kieran, and that moment, both of them shared a knowing glance, "While there are many circumstances about how he's lived the past twenty-five years, the top boss Holland had a reason for choosing him."