Seventy Two

As Altas and I sat at the table in the conference room, I kept my gaze directly at the wall clock, which shorthand rested at two, and the longhand was at twelve.

So far, all I could think of was ways to fix the mess that has been made. I could try to run away and not look back, or I could help save his soul before he became another Mitch.

Suddenly the conference door opened, and a guy walked in with a folder. After arriving at the company this morning, I have seen him a couple of times.

"Boss, this is the report. I have to redo it like you ask." He said, staring nervously at Atlas.

Since this morning, he had been on the edge, and I understood why he was, but his behavior was kind of pissing me off.

With a stiff expression, Atlas took the document, scanned through it, and then threw it to the floor before angrily staring at the director of accounting

"Do it again!" Atlas coldly stated.

Frowning, I stared at those around the table, and all his employees immediately bent their hea