The First Son's Revenge

13

Three days later

That morning in a very spacious and luxurious meeting room. There was a long table in the middle of the room with a row of chairs around it. The ceiling was gray with a long rectangular lamp and a projector screen at the end of the table. The walls of the room are made of glass so that it shows the dense and never-ending urban buildings and streets outside.

Several people had arrived first and filled the chairs at the meeting table.

Today there was an important meeting at the Arison company, and those present this time were a number of company officials and also the highest shareholders.

Because the meeting hadn't started yet, they took the time to chat among themselves. Until someone's presence stopped their conversation.

"Good morning, gentlemen," said a middle-aged man with a sturdy body and a neat navy suit and gray tie. An expensive watch was around his wrist. He walked with confident steps and a firm look. That man was none other than Raynold Clark.

Behind Rayno