As the phone beeped indicating the end of the call Desmond sighed deeply, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he slowly maneuvered through the morning traffic with a practiced ease and efficiency.
He had to return to the Allen Group—there were countless matters that needed his attention. Securing his position, transitioning from acting president to official president, was the first challenge awaiting him. It was a battle he had to win before he could even begin to focus on the old man handing over his shares.
But then, he wasn't worried about the old man. Time was not on the elder's side; his days were numbered.
He only needed to ensure that the butler continued administering the medication without suspicion.
Recalling how frail and weak the old man had looked that morning when he went to check on him, he was certain it wouldn't be long now.
