At Feng Internationals,
Feng Shufen was sitting royally over his lavish, enormous leather chair. His grey steely eyes challenging the darkness of a Devil. His expressions were icy, jaws were tight and his thin pair of lips were pulled into a thin line letting executives know that even their slightest mistake will not be tolerated today.
Everyone was taken aback by his sudden change in temperament. Though they knew that their President always had a cold aura around, that could easily pierce anyone's soul but they also did not fail to notice the change in the last few days. Did something happen to bring back the devil into life?
All had the same question running in their head but none had the answers. While one representative was explaining the rise and fall of the charts presented on the projector screen, others were trying their best to maintain their focus on it too. They feared that at any moment they would be asked the questions which they might be unable to answer.
