Shortly afterwards, Andreas found himself in the nearest restroom, bombarding the toilet seat with fecal matter.
For the first time in a long time, his stress-induced diarrhea was acting up again all thanks to his brother from hell.
He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as another sharp pain twisted his abdomen.
"I swear I'm going to kill that man," he hissed under his breath, clutching his knee like a lifeline. "Why won't he just let me be?!"
Just then, the restroom door swung open, and a couple of men walked in, heading straight for the urinals. Andreas held his breath as their voices reached him.
They were members of the board. Not just any members, the ones closest to his father, Director Preston and Director Hayes. And to make matters worse, they were talking about him. . . and his failed proposal.
