Marketing

Red big baggy eyes, glued on the computer screen, impatiently tapping fingers on the mouse, packets of empty snacks, threw all over the room, leaning on the chair, he kept biting his lips.

"Come on, you gotta be kidding me!" He groaned in frustration and shouted.

"Kid, what happened, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, ma. Nothing serious." He shouted back to his mother, who was concerned hearing him shout, and came to check, but just got an answer for her child, with the door still closed.

He picked his phone, and dialed a number, "You seriously think, you can win against me! Withdrawal your shares now, and sell it back."

"Mr. Sid..."

"Its, An Xau!" Xau, is the same as his sisters, not ready to take up the 'Sid' family surname.

"Yes, yes. Mr. An Xau, you sell your designs on the market, and we brought it, why and for what should we hear you?" The tone of the caller from the other side wasn't acceptable to the proud, Xau.