HENRY
“How could you let this happen, Henry?” Terrace, one of the board members began.
I sighed deeply and was about to speak up in my defense when another board member interrupted me.
“You told us that we should just lay back and allow you to make all the big decisions and you would keep our pockets filled and our minds at ease, how do you explain this mess?”
The person that spoke was Ms. Anderson, a fat hulk of a woman.
I never really liked her, always felt that her personality and looks were a turn off. It was not surprising that she still was unmarried in her late forties.
“It is not as bad as you think, I have this under control,” I assured them.
“Under control? You call filing for bankruptcy ‘under control’?” Gordon Banks, the third largest shareholder said and slammed his hand down on the table.
I stared at him in stark shock, how did he find out that we had filed for bankruptcy? I didn't even know this until Tom told me about it earlier.
His comment sent a ripple across the bo
