May We Never Meet Again
Nathan said without emotion, “please excuse us.”
Marcel stopped at the door, clenched his fists tight, then hit the door hard behind him as he stormed out.
The silence that followed was thick. Nathan leaned back in his chair, his eyes briefly closing before turning to Mia. “What is it?”
“Sir, you have a video conference meeting by four,” Mia said softly, trying to steady her voice. “It’s with the board members of the international branch.”
Nathan nodded slightly. “Alright. Anything else?”
Mia hesitated. Her fingers fidgeted with the tablet. “Yes, sir… something else. It’s about the stock market.”