Walking from side to side in his small office was a man wearing a golden striped vintage shirt, the buttons almost popping out from the sheer size of his beer belly.
He wore dark shades to cover his eyes.
His steps were heavy as he walked from one side of the floor-to-ceiling to the other.
Passing the well-arranged office desk in front several times.
"And just when I thought I had the market, that idiot had to come up with a competing coin." The fat man said in clear annoyance, slamming his hand into the desk.
The desk trembled slightly under the weight of his fist.
His face was scrunched up tightly, and his secretary stood by the door, hands shaking from shock at her boss's reaction.
"And we can't do anything about it? C'mon, how does a two-week-old meme coin suddenly surpass ours that has been in the market for months?" Eugine asked his secretary, clearly infuriated by the news he was hearing.
