TBHL: Chapter 27

Travis

What the heck is this? Who sent me this kind of sh*t?!

My forehead furrowed as I saw a piece of paper inside the box. Slowly, I came over and took it. Something was written, so I read it.

'Congratulations on the merger of Dela Cerna Corp and TDC clothing line, as well as the fashion show. You look very happy and contented, Dela Cerna, but bad news – gradually, your happy days will end soon. Good luck!

Ps: I hope you like my little gift to you, Dela Cerna. See you soon...'

D*mn it! Who is this? I clenched my fist with the paper. Then I threw it back in the box. Angrily, I went to my swivel chair and faced the intercom to call my secretary.

“Santos, come here, now!” I slammed my hand on the intercom, then leaned back on my swivel chair, massaging my temples.

The door opened.

“Yes, sir? What do you need--Holy sh*t!” Santos paused, unable to believe what he saw – a dead bird on the floor. He looked at me with concern before fully entering.

“Lock the door,”