The Uncanny Archer Williams: New Money Era

CHAPTER 14

The dimly lit area of Archer’s executive suite in the boardroom added to the authority that he had on the meeting.

From where he was seated the long mahogany table sprawled into the distance presenting fifteen stakeholders on each side of the table, each person straining to get a full glimpse of the new President.

Archer’s presence at the head on the table was imposing, his steely gaze traveled around the room landing from face to face asserting his dominance over each person.

The scent of expensive colognes mingled with the stifling air of uncertainty.

Archer had questions, the Stakeholders had questions. It was obvious in the way they mumbled to each other.

Archer’s main concern was the man with the tattoo.

He glared at him at the other end of the table.

As if he was aware that Archer knew something other people didn't, he squirmed in his seat, avoiding his intimidating gaze.

The dream he had this morning flashed through his memory leaving him wondering what side the tattooed man