L A N D O N
I know I shouldn't be the one to blame. I know I didn't do it. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I'm way too guilty for what has happened. This is out of my hand. I didn't do it. I wasn't the one who leaked it. It wasn't me.
"Mr. Thompson?"
I pulled my head up and found myself zoning out from my meeting with Mr. Jays and my other staff. I shake my head.
"As what I've said, the last decision will always be mine. I will always have the last word. Whether to which it'll bring good or bad to my recording label. I'll decide for it." I say to them, recovering from my thoughts.
"Please reconsider." He says.
"I'll think about it Mr. Jays. I'll tell my secretary to call you once I've made my decision." I stand from my chair. "Now if you excuse me, I'll go ahead first. My wife is waiting for me at home." I offer a handshake.
"It was great meeting with you." I added as they take my hand and shake it.