A Two Decade Secret

Author's P. O. V

*New York*

"Boss, we've finalized the deal with the government officials, we'll have complete control over fifth in only a matter of days."

The 'Boss' the assistant was referring to, kept his eye on the blonde streaks of hair bopping up and down underneath his table. He waved the assistant away, only for someone else to come inside almost immediately.

It was an older man, Theodore, a part of the shareholders of the company and an executive of Serpiente.

When the brown haired man with deep dark eyes gazed at Theodore, he frowned. "You have some nerve," he observed, helping himself to the cigars lined up neatly next to the redevelopment plan blueprint.

"Even after I told you to disappear from my sight, you dared to still show your face to me?" He asked, maintaining his low tone of voice.