FREEFALL (2)

The moment he heard his son call him, he turned around slowly. Then with utmost contrast in speed, he swiftly grabbed the empty ashtray at his wooden table and threw it straight to his son. It had hit him on the forehead. Apparently, the aftermath was a gash which started bleeding profusely.

Two trickles of blood crossed down his forehead and traversed further across his nosebridge and unto his chin.

"I had only given you two instructions, and you failed both! First, I told you to focus on the selling end ONLY and retreat when you are nearing your limit. And second is to get that Chen guy! You failed both! What a great son I have!"

"And now, you've created even more problems! I'll enumerate for you. One. The shipping lines are either not cooperating or hiking their prices. Two. The company is losing more money without edge over our competitors! Three. We are losing our market share! It's good if all of us oil players are losing but it's only us! Do you know why?"