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Needed To See.
Author: ThePhenomenalScribe
last update2025-07-27 06:32:31

Sinclair's POV.

Let's establish the fact that the one room I hated in the whole of Hale Corp is the mother fucking boardroom.

Why? Because I hated every member of the goddamn board. Their thinking level was just in line with their age. Dead brain cells everywhere.

You see, the Hale Corp's boardroom was designed mainly for precision. Clean lines, sleek marble and sharp acoustics that have been engineered to make every word sharper. Today, however, was worse than just sharp. No. It was like a blade being pinned on my damn throat.

"What makes you think that you can drag us into your bedroom scandal?"

I didn't know who spoke, and honestly, I was too drained to even care.

"The stock prices dipped over six percent overnight, Sinclair. Six whole percent. That's a quarter billion dollars hit, and it's all because you couldn't keep your zipper up."

I sleep one night — let's get things straight here.

I get my complete 8-hour sleep for one night, and I wake up to this chaos? Remind me to ne
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