Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Joseph couldn't help but curse inwardly. It couldn't be, right? That bastard wouldn't dare to sell the shares he was holding, right? Wait...wasn't the house he used as collateral originally given by Joseph?
The more Joseph thought about it, the more everything seemed to slip away from his grasp. His money...the money he had painstakingly amassing for decades, was being robbed left and right at the same time.
But how could it be? How could everything have happened at the same time? Had he become too complacent with control because everything had worked well for the last ten years?
