Guilt.

Alexander's POV

"It's sad that the stocks plummeted so badly. Who's the head of the PRO department in Spain?" I asked, fiddling with the pen in my hand.

"Mr. Ricardo," one of the directors, Mr. Yan, said. "He's doing his job well."

"I never asked for your input," I said, walking to the board. "If the stocks plummet any further, it will affect headquarters, and it seems we are all comfortable with this."

"No, we are not, Mr. Brooks. We've also been trying to make changes," another director, Mr. Richard, said.

"I can't see any changes, Mr. Richard. Put a call through to Mr. Ricardo and the directors there. We’ll be having a meeting tomorrow," I said, dropping the pen on the table.

A lady walked in, wearing a fitted A-line gown, her blonde hair neatly curled on her shoulders. She wore a pleasant smile as she approached me. "Good day, Mr. Alexander," she said, revealing a nice set of teeth.

I stared at her for a moment, trying to ascertain who she was.

"I'm Sofia Lopez, a representative o