The CEO'S syndrome

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Mr Duncan, the Master of Ceremonies.

The room was lit. That was one way to describe the vicinity adequately. It was a large hall with a huge chandelier placed at the very center and four smaller ones at the four corners of the room. The clatter of glasses against another is heard as people conversed cheerfully.

Every man and woman present are dressed like royalty. With the women most especially, they took special care to even the tiniest features they possessed.

Most of them have their hair permed to perfection, others left it unruly in a fashionable manner.

They all wore expensive shiny dresses and the men in decent tailored suit.

Angela sat by her friend and listened to her account her last meeting in the Editor in chief's office. They are currently seated side by side on a round table with other occupants.

"And he said in a gruff voice, 'Miss Sophie, you mustn't need an Editor all the time. You are a reporter, you must have your way with words'", Sophia laughed at her own words with Angela following suit.

"And I have