She yanked the comforter from his body. "You should get to see it because you can't remain on his bad side forever."

"I'm not interested." He relaxed back. Working all through and not a day off was overlapping.

Pamela left the room with a hiss, curled up. He picked up his phone from under his pillow and dialled the number from last night.

"Mr Stark, good morning." She greeted in a low tone yawning, it shows she too had gone to bed late.

"I didn't recall you informing me that your crazy plan was to create competition in the market."

"Oh, that? I'm so sorry sir, it was the chairman that proposed it, it's not yet credible it's just a proposal, how did you get to know?"

"Words get out real quick these days, and I'm not pleased with it, if it's the publication, and I want that person nitpicking found now and then. So figure it out and deal with it."

"You're right Mr Stark, I'm sorry for such poor management." She rubbed her eyes.

"That still doesn't count unless it's tackled down."

Joshu