ASHRIEL capped his pen, placed it on his table, and leaned on his chair. Tinignan niya ang lalaking nakaluhod sa harapan niya habang nakatayo sa likod nito ang isa niyang bodyguard — Dmitri Volkov, he was hired by his father two years ago to guard his safety.
The man who had sold the core technology of the project was sweating through his shirt when they dragged him into his office.
Tinignan ni Ashriel si Dmitri. “What did he say?” tanong niya.
Dmitri stood like a statue as he spoke — broad-shouldered, motionless, the kind of presence that made other people shrink a little. “Sir, the Santos Group promised him a high position at the company as long as he would steal the core.”
Napailing naman si Ashriel. “Sa tingin mo ba tutulungan ka nila?” Aniya sa lalaki. “No, they won’t. Nakuha n
