Can you mend my broken heart?

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That was the room where his father used to sit. The room for the CEO and chairman of work enterprises - Sebastian Walker. But overnight the name holder had been replaced. He saw his own name outside that wall instead.

'Raymond Walker'

'CEO and Chairman, Walker Enterprises'

Somehow the sight of his name over that name holder stung him bad. He knew that what he had done with Sebastian was justified but this was his Empire. An Empire that he had built with his own sweat and blood from scratch. 

He was supposed to go to the board room and deal with the paperwork, but something inside him stopped him from doing so, and he turned to enter his father's room instead.

That room screamed of luxury and opulence. The woodwork done in the room looked similar to that of what he had seen at Sebastian's house - dark, indifferent, and reserved. Raymond wanted to reach for his desk and look at the pictures which were placed on the table but before he could do so, he heard someone addressing him.

"Chairman Sir!!! The boardroom is waiting for you."

"Of course !!!" said Raymond and came out of the room and started following that man.

"This way sir !!!", he said and held out the door open for him.

Raymond was a bit hesitant as he was not used to this extreme level of courtesy. No one had ever held a door open for him, albeit David used to do it sometimes but that was like once in a blue moon. But this was the next level.

So taking a deep breath he gave out a smile to the person holding the door for him and entered inside. The setting of this board room was no different. Cold, distant, and something that depicted solitude. The room was already inhabited by eight people who were part of the board and as he took a couple of steps inside, they stood up to show their respect.

They were all in their fifties or sixties and here he was, a young man in his thirties, receiving their respect just because he had a Walker surname. This was the very reason he sometimes hated being known as the son of Sebastian Walker. He always had to live under his shadows.

He could see from the look that the board members gave him that they were unhappy about a young lad being their superior. But there was nothing that he could do and also there was nothing that they could do.

He looked at the chair in the center, and he immediately understood that it was meant for him to occupy. So giving out a gentle nod, he sat on the chair. The other board members also followed him and then took their respective places. Mr. Whittle, who was the representative of the board, started explaining the purpose of the meeting and gave details of the ongoing work.

Midway through the meeting, Raymond said,

"Mr. Whittle, can you please go back to the previous quarter projection please for our textile industries?"

"Mr. Raymond, if you want to understand the terms and details of these slides then I will send you a detailed document via email. It will take us long to explain all our industries to you. We are running short of time as we have other important activities to complete as well" Mr. Whittle said and Raymond could see that there was a slight smirk on his face. 

This was a mandatory presentation as the CEO needs to know which all industries are part of the company before giving his signatures for the next quarter development budget. So even though neither Raymond nor the board members wanted to attend it, both the parties had to bear through it. 

"I don't have any issues with the terms, Mr. Whittle," replied Raymond politely.

"Oh, then do you have some valuable insights?", Mr. Whittle asked sarcastically to which Raymond replied,

"Maybe! Why don't you let me humor you." He had a still and unperturbed look on his face and somehow seeing that look on his face, reminded Mr. Whittle of Mr. Sebastian. So he swallowed his own spit and said,

"Sure Mr. Raymond"

And saying that he moved back two slides.

"Yeah, right about there." said Raymond, indicating him to stop moving back the slides.'

"As you can see that you have projected investment of thirty percent our profit back into buying small manufacturers."

"Yes, what about it Mr. Raymond?", asked Mr. Whittle with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"The thing is last year's profit from the textile department was 270.6 million USD. If you deduct the R&D cost which you mentioned as 34.7 million USD, we have a net gain of 235.9 USD. Deducting tax we have approx 153.3 million USD and if my math is ok then thirty percent of that would be approximately 46 million USD.

"But in your presentation, you have mentioned 50 million USD. So my question is where is this deficit of 4 million USD? Did it just vanish into thin air or an unwanted typo?"

Mr. Whittle looked at his slides back and forth and opened the calculator app on his system as well which gave him 46.0005 million USD as the thirty percent their profit. 

Beads of sweat started forming on his head. He was for sure going to fire his analyst. Loosening his tie, he looked at Raymond and said,

"I will re-check the numbers again. Just give me one more day."

He was palpitating and his hands started becoming all sweaty. This was no mere young man, he was definitely a Walker Blood. Sharp, witty, daunting with a keen eye for detail. Mr. Whittle looked at other board members, but they were not even trying to have eye contact with him. No one was now ready to present and become bait in front of this ruthless man.

Without saying anything else, Raymond got up from his chair and was about to leave. But then he remembered the sarcastic comment that Me. Whittle had given him a few minutes back and said,

"Make sure you do it properly this time because even I have a job as well. It's really tuff being the CEO of two companies at the same time."

Then without even waiting to see the reaction on their faces, he just walked out of the room. 

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