TYLER’s POV
I was already at my office at eight in the morning, sitting behind my mahogany desk, sipping my black coffee while studying the monthly cost accounting report of Skylar Steel Industries.
What the fucking hell?
My temper instantly rose as I observed some discrepancies between materials and production cost reports. This could not be happening to my company!
Damn!
I picked up the phone and immediately called the finance department head, Mr. Hanson.
I don’t know how I’d become short-tempered and impatient and most of all, being competitive after years of hardworks and perseverance to win a battle. I wanted everything organized and excellent especially with regards to my business and people working for me.
“Good morning, Mr. Lewis,” the middle-aged man answered the phone happily. He was in a great mood this early in the morning and I didn’t like the sound of it. “What can I—“