Andre Meyer was losing it too. He was seated in a suite that reeked of the smell of stale coffee, half-smoked cigarettes, hangover, and the glass of whiskey he had thrown against the wall the night before, as glass shards glittered near the minibar in the room. He was pacing in tight circles, his hands running through his hair again and again as frustration climbed the very last nerve of him. They were done for! All of them. He, his mother, and Isla. They had been thrown out of the conglomerate tactically by Malcolm, and he didn't even make a noise about it. “Bastard!” he muttered, nearly spitting the word, while thinking of Malcolm’s smug face, as he wrote out the document, knowing that they would have no choice but to sign them, “Stupid bastard!” He cursed again, as he picked up a chair and smashed it against the wall. However, it didn’t help. He still couldn’t breathe, and streams of anger were still flaring through his nostrils as he inhaled and exhaled furiously. His mother
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