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.
