CHAPTER 11

                 CHRISTMAS MIRACLE

Noah looked at his watch. It was almost twelve, June must be waiting for him. He took in a deep breath and knocked his father's study room.

"Come in."

Noah opened the door and found his dad– Michael Zang sitting by his desk on the blood red arm chair reading a book. His dark hair was slicked back and there was a streak of grey on both side of his temples. His equally dark eyes were lazily travelling through the printed words of the book.

"Dad, I want to talk about something."

Without looking up, Michael absently nodded.

Noah licked his lips, "I want to resign from the company."

Michael looked sharply at his son and narrowed his eyes, "What nonsense are you spouting, Noah?"

"You heard me," Noah said, his voice firm, "I want to resign, I don't want to work for Zang c