This only made the reporters more excited, and they started snapping a frenzy of photos of his face.
"Get back! Get back!"
His bodyguards roughly shoved the reporters aside, forming a shield around Charles as they bundled him into a Maybach.
The second before his bodyguards shoved him into the car, Charles grabbed the collar of the nearest reporter and roared, his eyes bloodshot, "What the hell is going on? What's this about two sets of books?!"
Even as a bodyguard dragged him back, the reporter shouted excitedly, "It's all over the internet! That supplier from Italy posted all of Onyx's internal ledgers on Twitter!"
"All of New York is laughing at you, Mr. Mellon!"
SLAM!
The heavy car door slammed shut, completely cutting off the chaos outside.
Fack, fack, fack, fack, FACK!!
'What do you mean, all of New York is laughing at me??'
Charles Mellon woke his phone from sleep mode. When he saw the flood of notifications, he wanted to put a bullet in his own head.
