Chapter 209: Is Allen family under curse?...
Desmond Allen closed his eyes for a brief moment, a deep sigh escaping his lips. His mind was heavy, his heart pounding. No matter how many breaths he took, calmness refused to come.
His temples throbbed, and the silence of his office felt louder than the chaos that brewed just beyond its walls.
Inside his office, the clock ticked on mercilessly, reminding him of the time he didn’t have. Reminding him that the board of directors and shareholders were waiting in the conference room. Waiting to pounce on him like a lion. Waiting to blame him!!
But no matter how much he tried to calm his nerves, Desmond knew peace would not return anytime soon.
He ran a hand over his face, stretching his neck and shoulders which felt sore and aching.
"What exactly do they want from me?" he muttered to himself, pacing the office. "I can’t change the past, it’s either the Old Man steps down or..."
His voice trailed off.
There was no point. No matter what he said or did, nothing would satisfy them. The pressure was relentless.
Taking a deep breath, Desmond straightened his back, squaring his shoulders. "There’s no way I’m avoiding this."
Decision made, he grabbed his suit jacket, brushed imaginary dust off his sleeves, and stepped out.
The hallway stretched ahead, quiet and clean, but as he approached the slightly ajar door of the conference room, hushed voices slipped out like hissing steam drifting from within to meet him.