Roman's POV"Good day, President Giovanni." My staff greeted in unison, as I walked into the conference room. I just nodded and took my seat at the head of the table, before they also did. "I heard you have something important to tell me. What is it?" I asked, flipping through the pages of the business proposal on the table. "Uhm, well sir." One of them, a short, stubby, middle-aged man began. I raised an irritated brow, as I watched him exchange glances with his colleagues. "I don't have the whole day. What is going on? Why are you exchanging glances with them like a trapped rat?" I asked, doing my best to suppress the ire boiling within me. Nowadays, I easily got irritated. And as much as I'd like to claim that it wasn't because of the unresolved issues between Sofie and I, deep down I knew it was. The last time I spoke to her was five days ago, when we met at the restaurant, and she handed me the stupid contract termination letter, which I had burned with a lighter immediat
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