Chapter 87

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Mr Gordon's shoes click on the floor dazzlingly as he makes his way out of the conference hall of one of his prosperous companies, in New Zealand. His secretary (Harley) trails quietly behind him, swaying her hips magnificently in a black short gown she put on, she held tightly onto the file in her hand and swirls her hair over her shoulder.

None of them says anything as they enter the office that looks so much like his office in New York City. A black swirl leather seat hid behind a well-arranged office desk, and tons of files was placed on both sides of the desk with a MacBook Pro at the centre of the desk.

A resting area at the far end of the vast room, a long circular sofa with a glass table in the middle. A flat-screen TV hung neatly on the wall, with a mini fridge in a corner.

Mr Gordon hastily walks towards his desk and plunges into the seat. “What about the project cost of the building resort? Any news? Have you received the estimated budget and have you gone t