Chapter 90

Ian sat at the head of the large round table, cross legged as he looked at the figures on the projector.

The employees were the calmest they had ever been, no matter how harsh Ian was outside the room, he was kinder with nice figures.

The first time Ian had commandeered a meeting was a time to remember.

In a spacious boardroom adorned with polished mahogany furniture and muted hues, a group of employees gathered, their collective unease tangible in the air. At the heart of their apprehension was Ian, a figure revered and feared for his unforgiving scrutiny during meetings.

As the employees settled into their seats, the low hum of anxious whispers reverberated around the room. The subdued lighting seemed to intensify the gravity of the impending assessment. Each individual nervously shuffled papers, stole glances at one another, and exchanged fleeting expressions of concern.

Ian, a seasoned executive with a penchant for precision, entered the room with an air of authority that seemed t