Two days later, Tyler Domango stormed into Richard's office, not bothering to close the door behind him.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" Tyler snapped, barely giving Richard a second to acknowledge his presence.
Richard, who had been nursing a tumbler of whiskey while staring broodingly at his computer screen, didn't even look up. "What now? Have you suddenly lost the simplest sense of courtesy?"
Tyler didn't bother with niceties. "Two major investors have already pulled out, and the remaining five are threatening to follow suit by the end of the week if we don't give them a concrete response within forty-eight hours—and here you are, drinking alcohol during working hours. "
Richard's grip on his glass tightened. "So you now have the balls to lecture me? And those two-faced bastards… Giving me ultimatums? After everything Domango Enterprise has done for them?
