#Chapter13

Lending a helping hand

Ted's POV

Yawning, I placed a hand over my mouth. Business talk was boring. I didn't care about how much they value this company or how much they could be useful to them.

The two bald men in front of me were indirectly singing me a lullaby anytime they spoke. They kept on blabbing about their business prowess since Ian left the room.

Abruptly, a screaming head flashed in my head and bolted out like it wasn't even there. Gasping, I rested a palm on my chest and stared at the desk before me.

"Mr. Hamilton, are you okay?" One of the men asked, his...