Chapter 0125

NOAH

I open the file in front of me and open it for the third time just to be sure I am not making this up, I look up at the workers sitting patiently in the board meeting waiting for my review.

"Who made this draft and who approved this draft?" I question, leaning back into my seat and tossing the file forward unable to bring myself to go over it again. On the list of worst drafts, this would top my list for today.

"Em, sir, I-I made the draft," one of the workers speaks up raising his trembling hands in the air briefly.

"And um...I approved it, Sir," the marketing director speaks up. "I went over it, and believed it was good enough to."

I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by his words. "Good enough? This is a disaster. The numbers don't add up, the projections are unrealistic, and the marketing strategy is non-existent. This is not a draft, it's a joke."

"Do you think I am a joke, Mr. John?" I ask the marketing director, my gaze locked on his.

John swallows adjusting his glasses, "