Presidential Son-in-law

CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

Robert sat on his swivel chair turning it around to face the door and tapping on the arm of the chair with his fingers.

He pulled his chair closer to his huge office table that was barely filled with documents that he needs to go through.

He pulled open one and then he stopped as his eyes caught another one that needed his immediate signing. It was the building of another warehouse.

He rubbed his temple slowly, he lost a huge deal of money that Friday night, no matter how he tried to act like he wasn’t pained by it, it was all just a lie and he was beginning to fail miserably at that job.

“Fuck!” he yelled and slammed his hands on the table angrily scattering some of the things on the table, his face had squeezed slightly, and his brows had drawn closer to each other.

“Fuck you Antonio!” he cussed silently, his tone was laced with anger.

There was a knock on the door, “Come in” he said and raised his head to see who was coming in.

“Sir you have a visitor, he said he is here on