ARMAND ARMSTRONG; BILLIONAIRE ON A MISSION

Chapter Thirty-six

The new financial year started a week ago.

Armand sat in his spacious and well furnished office, which exudes a sense of authority and professionalism.

However, sitting in front of his large desk and staring into his computer in front of him, Armand did not look professional at all.

His hair was dishevelled due to the countless number of times he had run his fingers through it. His tie was loose, and he had unbuttoned the first two buttons on his shirt.

His posture was haunched. Overall, Armand was feeling exhausted and appeared worn out, depleted, and in need of rest and recuperation.

He quickly picked up the office phone and called his secretary, Zina.

"Good morning, sir. How can I assist you today?" Zina asked immediately as she entered his office.

"Good morning, Zina. I was just wondering if we have any upcoming appointments or meetings for the day, " Armand asked

"Let me check, sir," Zina said and consulted the file with her.

"Yes, we have a meeting with the marketing