Taste of the High Life

The next morning, at the Bancroft Group's executive meeting, Desmond's phone rang. It was Wallace calling.

Desmond could already guess what his grandfather wanted to say at this moment. He didn't answer.

He switched his phone to silent and continued the meeting. The employees exchanged uneasy glances. No one dared to say a word or ask a thing.

Vanessa, his secretary, sat to his left, taking notes