(Fred’s Penthouse)

Fred was obviously pissed off by the result, he should be popping his champagne and be jubilating over Miguel’s downfall but look at how things has turned, he hissed and he loosen his tie angrily.

“Damn it!” He cussed and on lifting his eyes, he found Jessica already seated on one of his couch. He rolled his eyes, “To what do I owe this visit? How did you get my password?” He asked as he got closer.

She breathed in, “Who wouldn’t know the passcode to your house? Obviously it’s the day you became the president of your father’s company! Greedy asshole!” She fired the she stood up...