Danilo
I paced the length of my office feeling like I was close to getting a stroke. My mind constantly imagining myself taking two billion in cash and throwing it down the toilet, blocking the pipes and causing shit to spill out everywhere. It was grim and rather disgusting but that was how I felt about the deal. I had studied every part of it, gotten the best lawyers to ensure that I didn't throw my money into something I couldn't salvage and still it wasn't enough.
The profit from the hotel would have been enough to catapult me to be the richest under forty if it went well, right now it ran the risk of dropping me from my number one position to number two richest under thirty if I didn't dig myself out of the hole fast enough. It was the worst possible decision and timing I could have ever made. The board of Pereira Enterprise would be less keen to have me as CEO if I showed a track record of making reckless investments.
