Slaughtering Hate

Chapter 8; Disappointment

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Nathaniel was doomed.

He knew very well that he was supposed to be attending another huge meeting with some highly respected businessmen from all over the world. It was a perfect way to present him and his company yet again and to make it a lot more impactful than the last time.

However, aside from the opportunity, the sad part was that he couldn't think of a lot effective ideas. He had no point to prove and no fresh experiences he wanted to share.

To make everything worse, he hadn't slept for the past 33 hours. He felt extremely lazy to get himself up this morning and all he knew was to make it quick to the centre. He did. However, he was the most clueless he had ever been.

Anyone who'd look at him would ask him a question concerning his sleepy looks and tired stance. He would brush it off with a smile, saying he couldn't get enough sleep. It was horrifying to him as the room filled up with loads and loads of people. It was getting a lot more crowded than he had expected it to be.

Anxiety pumping through his veins, he told hold of a water bottle and gulped the water down his throat. He sighed, not knowing how this was gonna end up. Most probably, not very well.

Not everyone present in the meeting was supposed to bring up something to the table but because his dad had insisted, he had to forcibly exhaust himself to work on a stupid presentation which he knew wasn't well put.

He wasn't his usual self today, socializing and getting to know people. Well, he had his own concerns. A lot people brought up their concerns and ideas and soon, it was his turn.

He was basically a nervous wreck by now, listening to the amazing points the others had presented. However, he got up from his spot and faked a smile and some confidence before starting off.

Soon, he was over with it. In some possible way, he managed to make through it without making any mistake. He knew there were loopholes in it. However, he had no other option but to simply present.

"Mr. McCoy." An oddly familiar voice called out, his insides going crazy with anxiousness. Oh fuck, he hadn't prepared himself for cross questioning.

He looked back at Ambrose Bechtel, standing as confident as ever, quite ready with her question. How could he forget...she always has to raise a point every time he presents. And especially when his presentation was so shitty, she wouldn't miss the opportunity.

"The economic condition is currently not very stable, I believe. And so are your plans." The entire gathering looked around, sharing awkward gazes at the CEO's harsh words. Everyone knew about the beef they had but were always very surprised every time it got to this extent.

"Would you please elaborate, Ms. Bechtel." Nathaniel spoke as respectfully as possible, insides churning in uneasiness. He knew how smart she was and that also meant that he won't have a clap back for whatever she says next.

"Your plan for the next three months accounts for about $16 million, a lot more than we can afford. Where have you planned on getting this money from?"

Nathaniel was silent for a few seconds, noticing some people from the crowd acknowledging her while the small number of press allowed inside had started to snap pictures. Oh no.

He could feel his hands shaking already and before anyone could notice or the media could make a big deal about it, he put them behind his back, nails tugging through the skin. He had to say something quick.

"I think it's quite understood that it's the profit from the past year."

"The entire year? Don't you think we're spending a lot more than we should?" She questioned again and before giving the other a chance to respond, continued in hee fierce tone.