Only the Chief Financial Officer, Killian West, cautiously made a call.
"Mr. Lorenger, Ms. Lorenger ... her expenses at the overseas resort have already exceeded one million four hundred thousand dollars. If this continues, the company's cash flow will run dry."
I leaned against the bedhead, gazing at the gray sky outside the window.
"Let them be."
Killian was anxious on the other end. "But, Sir, the first payment for the project in south area is about to be settled. If we use that money now, we'll breach the contract!"
"Do Ms. Saoirse Lorenger and Mr. Jack Lorenger know about this?"
Killian responded hesitantly, "They said it's fine, that with you here, you'll handle it."
I chuckled and said, "Then let's breach the contract."
I hung up the phone and completed the discharge procedures.
Today was the seventh years of my mother's passing, also the last day I promised.
I bought a bouquet of white roses, Irene's favorite and went to the cemetery in the western suburbs.
However, standing in front of the familiar grave, I froze in place.
The photo on the gravestone was unfamiliar.
The name engraved was Lindsay Howard -- Oliver's biological mother.
The blood in my body froze instantly.