/Zane's POV/
"Umm." I tapped the conference-room table pensively as I reviewed the file in front of me, cross-checking it against the graph displayed on the big screen.
It was time for the yearly performance evaluation of the celebrities managed by my company, and I can't express how disappointed I was with that little dent in the profit curve. I could see the anxiousness growing among every single director seated, all waiting for me to make a comment like criminals awaiting a judge's verdict.
No matter how hard I work, many of the people surrounding me are lazy fuckers who only know how to mooch off my hard work with nothing to show for it. Of course this kind of shit happens.
