CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: IMPERSONATION?

Next morning, ~~ F.T. Corporations. ~FRANK~ “What the hell are you talking about?” I yelled at Callie, whose face remained glued to her feet. “Where on earth were you when the mail got forwarded to every company? No, you just caused me to be excluded from the general executive's seminar trip!” I yelled again. Her silence angered me more, and I had to hit the table hard, causing her to flinch and look at me. “I’m sorry, sir. I haven't refreshed the mail inbox in two days, so I guess I missed a lot of information and messages," she said, and I scoffed, digging my fingers into my hair. I already had it color-dyed to white, giving me a bad boy look. “Is that even an excuse?” I couldn't stop shouting. “The information must have been forwarded to every company about a week ago; you're just so incompetent!” Every one of my words came in a yell. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, and I scoffed. “You should apologize to yourself for making you so irresponsible and incompetent. Do you know the