28. New Moon.

"What do you think, Mr Dasher?" a client asked to him.

Maddox was just sitting patiently, his eyes fixed on the table, focused.

On the big board room with a large table with so many seats attached to it.

The projector was on the front and the room was surrounded by four large air conditioners.

His fingers slowly drumming on the table.

Conrard from behind gently put his hand on Maddox's shoulders and cleared his throat.

"Yes...what were you saying?" he asked adjusting himself on the seat.

"I guess Mr Dasher is not interested..." a client chuckled in a low voice.

"Maybe it's a woman who took away his concentration," another client joked.

"Is she hot, Mr Dasher?" the first client asked in a mocking tone.

"All women are hot, Mr Smith. It just takes the right man to see through her," said the man.

"The one who is good in bed is the hottest one," joked another man.

Hearing this the blood began boiling of Maddox Dasher.

His j