CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN - PUBLICITY

WILLIAMS’ POV

“Oh no, not a again. Why does this kerp happening” Monica complained as she placed her hands over her head. The volume of the television gradually deemed to me even though it was at the loudest volume.

“Argh, um, I um… you know what? We would handle this later, I have had enough bad press for a year. Switch off my phone.” I ordered Monica kissing my teeth. I was not going to be bothered by these things any longer.

“You know you still need to talk to your board that you were not aware of the mans financial ventures” monica adviced, staring at me with an eue of concern.

“And you think that would make them change theie mind? Trust me that would only make things worse. Damn it!” I yelled as I kicked the couch sitting beside me.

My eyes were tirning as my claws grew out, my hair started to increase as I turned into my wolf. The cold hands of Monica came as a shock, soothing my skin as she ran her hand across my face.

“Calm down, I would make some calls. I know