Suck-Up Rich Company.

“So, why are the reports of the proximate analysis not among the documents here?” I asked and trained my eyes on the blonde, probably 6 ft tall man standing behind the small wooden podium.

“We haven’t completed the analysis yet. We are still considering other options,” another man, who had brown hair and was clad in an all-black suit outfit, that made me wonder how he wasn’t hot, said with a smug look on his face.

Hmm, a douchebag.

“Let me see if I get this right. Do you mean to tell me that the chocolate-coated potato chips project that was authorized by Mr. Davis three months ago hasn’t gotten anywhere in terms of laboratory analytical data and that you all are still considering other options that are in turn delaying further commencement of the project? Did I get that right?” I watched as the brown-haired man flinched at my eerily calm tone.

At least it wiped the smug look off his face.

“We still do not think it is the best project for the upcoming fall season,” the blondie said, a