Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 33

==Matteo==

I couldn't look for a better word that described the week other than jinxed. Hexed. Everything was falling apart. Nothing seemed to be right. Nothing at all. It started with the company. The sales had taken a nosedive, and for what? For what exactly? This hadn't happened before. I mean, never ever in a lifetime.

And now I was on my way to the company. The first time I was doing this since the tragedy. My face squeezed in a tight frown as the sights of the city zapped across.

I soon arrived at my destination. My driver opened the door for me. I stepped out, the frown still on my face and I strode towards the the fleet of stairs. Determination was inscribed on my face as I ascended the stairs. I had to see to the end of this. I couldn't bear losing thousands, millions of dollars. Never. I walked through the revolving door and as soon as people saw me, they stopped what they were doing to greet.

I didn't acknowledge them, but went straight for the elevator. As if programmed, my PA saw me and got into the elevator.

"Good morning, sir. The board members are all present."

I didn't reply him and from the corner of my eyes, I could see his lips slowly sealing shut. The elevator dinned open and we stepped out. We walked down the hallway, our footsteps echoing, before we made it in front of a door. My PA pulled it open and I stepped inside. The cool breeze from the AC hitting me. Far across the room was a demarcated section that was walled by glass. That was the meeting room. I walked to that room with my PA following closely behind.
==Matteo==

I couldn't look for a better word that described the week other than jinxed. Hexed. Everything was falling apart. Nothing seemed to be right. Nothing at all. It started with the company. The sales had taken a nosedive, and for what? For what exactly? This hadn't happened before. I mean, never ever in a lifetime.

I pulled the door open and as soon as the board members saw me, they straightened up. The room growing ten tines quieter. They watched in silence as I strode to my spot in the round table. My PA made to pull the sit for me, but I waved him off.

Having sat, I clasped my hands on the desk, without looking at anyone in particular. Ready for the day.

My PA standing beside me, brought out his clipboard. He was about to speak, when I cut him short.

"To hell with the protocols," I said. "What's going on?"

One of my employees. The chef financial officer spoke, "Sir, sales are declining."

I stared at him intensely for a long while. He became uncomfortable and tore his gaze from me. He shifted on his seat. But I was not done. I kept staring at him. And other employees were beginning to get uncomfortable too.

"Do I look dumb to you?" I finally said. Before he could make a response, I beat him to it. "What I need is an explanation for why things are going the way they are going."

"I'm sorry, sir" he said, bowing his head. "We can't sure, but the most probable reason is toed to the recent occurrence. In town."

"Griffin," I called him.

"Sir." He looked up.

"Are you tired of this job?"

A look of confusion appeared on his face. But he went on to say, "I'm sorry, sir."

I gave him a glare before tracing my gaze across the rest of the board members seated. Disgust, and something akin to disappointment boiling in me. "O'Hara." "Yes, sir," a lady on crew cut answered.

"Can you tell me how much you're paid monthly?"

"Sir?"

"God dammit!" I slammed my fist on the table, making the items on it to shake. "Can you all behave like the professionals you claimed to be on your CV and stop with the moronic acts? Tell me how much you get as salary!" Trying to gain composure, she said, "a hundred and fifty grand."

"Did you all hear her? One hundred and fifty bloody thousand dollars. No single one of you earn less than a hundred, a month. So, can someone tell me why my company is on the verge of getting liquidated?" "With all due respect sir, we aren't close to...$

He shut up. For a second, I wanted him to be done with whatever rubbish. Whatever f*****g counter statement he had thought up.

"Uh huh. Go om."

He exhales softly. "We aren't close to liquidation, sir."

It was official. My employees were at the height of incompetence. I didn't know what to do with these bunch of fools. Or wait, I could start by sacking them. Particularly, this jester that called himself. Elliot Griffin. "I gave you all 48 hours. 48 hours to get your shit together and salvage the situation," I said and they all knew I meant business. "By the end of the day, if things aren't going as I wish, none of you would like the outcome."