Thane’s POV
Like I’m in a morgue, the lobby is dead silent.
Mark?
I squint as if it will help me replay what happened two days ago without interruption.
“What the fuck is wrong with them?”
I’m too stunned to even go on with the analysis in my head.
Pulling out my phone, curious to know what's going on, I switch it on and go through my emails.
I've got a dozen emails from our current investors…
Just maybe they want to pull out because of the scandal or not, they still need to be responded to.
The nonstop buzz of my phone from system notifications, text messages…
Oh, my god!
Walking over to the receptionist's desk, I set my bag on the counter and prepped my elbow on it.
“Holy skies!”
Heavy breathing. Livid.
That's my state, perhaps the words are diluted.
“Think, Thane.”
I try not to go with the impulse of calling the moron. Because frankly, there has to be some sort of explanation for all of it.
“Damn all of you!”