Ballet Class

Something surely was wrong.

The aura emanating so excessively from his handsome self as he walked past the workers, and straight to the elevator, was that of… annoyance.

Normally, most avoided him with the mindset that he was a heartless being who wouldn't be hesitant to fire anyone, and now that he was enraged, all were fearful.

The employees of W Empire were instantly aware that none, and absolutely none, should fuck with Doreen Williams.

He was fucking enraged, and no one wanted to find out why.

Doreen could be seen settled on the leather chair of his office — his glass large rectangular desk had countless documents, and an opened laptop placed on it.

Merely, it had been half an hour since he stepped into his office, yet the occupants of the gigantic skyscraper were busy as hell.

“Wait…what the fuck is this?” A document that entailed the successful purchase of countless luxurious yachts filled the President with confusion.

He couldn't remember giving out his signature for s