Harrington’s Nightmare

Hindsight is twenty twenty or so it was said.

Charles Harrington knew he should have been suspicious when his day had started with a pounding headache two weeks ago but right now, there was nothing he could do about this situation.

All he could do was sit at his desk and stare at the screen of his monitor, the red number and downward pointing arrow sitting there as if taunting him.

It had all started with what looked like an innocent article but now, it was anything but.

The company's stock price was falling faster than a shooting star and the media were circling like vultures, looking for the parts the company was trying to cut away.

The intercom sitting on his desk buzzed and he teared his eyes away from the screen to stare at it as his assistant's nervous voice came through the speakers. "Mr. Harrington, you have a call from the board. They're asking for an update on-"

"Tell them I'm busy!" Charles barked, slamming his fist on the desk.