Murray quickly reviewed the situation and called the project manager.

"Terminate them. Every single one."

"What? Are you serious?" The manager thought he must have misheard.

These were the company's top priority projects, some on the verge of paying off. And now they were being axed out of the blue?

"Did I stutter?" Murray's voice was icy.

"No, sir."

"Is it really that tough to get?"

"...Not exactly."

"Then what's the issue?"

The manager was sweating bullets. "Mr. Sherwood, I just don't understand..."

"You don't need to understand. Just do it."

...

Shutting down over twenty projects and figuring out how to minimize the losses-all of it was concrete and challenging.

time Murray finished, it was well

out at the night sky. The moon shone brightly above, the city

he had let all that

echoed in

a bitter laugh. Regret comes in many forms, but the hardest to swallow is when everyone tells you how great a woman you lost. Before, they said nothing. But now, after everything was beyond repair, they couldn't stop

to his mansion and found the living room all empty and quiet. What was he supposed to do now? What could

mentioned he had met

rays of sunlight

up and

bothering to wake

she

no classes that morning, she took a detour to the market

only was breakfast ready, but fresh vegetables and

"Around 6:30."

"That early?"

clock just wakes

saw the meat and vegetables. "Went

Rosded. "The pork ribs

looked

two pounds. Dad, how

I'll take care

a knock at the

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