REVENGE OF THE VAGABOND

CHAPTER 142

Oliver woke up to the sound of his blaring alarm clock, feeling like he had only closed his eyes moments ago. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sat bolt upright in bed. The pounding headache that greeted him made him want to curl back up in bed, but he knew he couldn't let himself fall behind.

As he got up and dressed, he couldn't help but feel like he was moving in slow motion. He fumbled with his tie, and nearly knocked over his coffee as he sipped it down quickly. He was in a fog, feeling like he was barely awake.

When he finally arrived at the office, he was surprised to see a crowd of reporters gathered outside. His heart began to race as he fought through the crowd, feeling like he was being interrogated.

Questions flew at him from all directions, and he could hardly keep up.

"Mr. Thompson, is it true that you've copied other companies' projects?"

"Is it true that your company has been using underhanded tactics to stay on top?"

"Are you planning on stepping dow