128|With you? Truly happy.

"Boss, there is trouble!" 

A slender youth ran into what looks like a meeting room but with slight difference. Two men dashed before the youth and knocked him down to his kneel. He attempted standing up but his efforts were in vain as the men holding him were hundred times stronger than he was. 

He rained his head in his struggle and looked at the man sitting at the top, that man was the one presiding over the meeting. The youth met with his eyes, the man's eyes were cold and distant. It was laced with killing intent. 

"President, there is trouble". The youth spoke solemnly. It took so much strength in him to still maintain eyes contain with the cold man. He choked and sulk in cold hair. It was as if an invincible hand was holding his throat, strangling him. 

"Diego!" 

BAM! A hand slammed on the table and a creaking sound was heard. The wood underneath the man's hand cracked.