" Mr Braxton, the board of directors are here, waiting for you arrival. When would you be coming in? "

" Mr. Braxton, a call will suffice, a lot of threatening conversations are going on here. What do I do?"

" Mr. Braxton, the board has ordered your arrival in Thirty minutes or your immediate dismissal."

Messages poured into Asher's phone while he remained in front of the surgical facility of his home, waiting for Mr Carson's final words as regards to the surgery. Somehow, the surgery has been going on for the past twelve hours and he didn't know what to think.

There was a supposed meeting scheduled to...