Wrath

Ryan’s POV

"It's a pleasure to finally have you as a business partner, Ryan," The elderly president of Moreno Softwares, Damon Moreno said to me as we shook hands, and I bowed to him in courtesy.

"Same here, Damon. I hope we remain partners for a long time," I replied, with a smile which he mirrored and nodded.

Damon Moreno, though forty-three years older than me, was one of my most-trusted business partners in the software business, and I had invested some millions in his company some days ago to seal our newly-founded partnership.

"By the way, did you hear that Fernandez is hosting the annual charity gala this year?" Damon asked as I walked him to the entrance of the company where his driver was waiting with his car.

"Fernandez? The brat whose father died a couple of months ago?" I replied with a question of mine, and Damon nodded in affirmation which made me scoff.

The brat was going to have squandered his dad's hard-earned wealth before the year ended with how reckless he was cur