Ending September

The room was too quiet and was filled with too much tension. September Thorne sat as he keeps on tapping his finger on his lap. He's waiting for the culprit to finally show himself right before he acts on it. This is his only way of giving chances to those who had enough courage to break his rules and play cat and mouse under his nose.

"Come on, still won't admit? Shall I drop your name then?" he asked no one in particular.

Everybody on the long gray table exchange scolding looks with one another.

Who the hell offended this big shot? Everyone was suspicious of one another, they just wanted this torture to be over. They've been here for quite long already and yet, September just patiently waits for that someone to man up to his own mess!

September Thorne is a name to be feared and complimented in the whole city.

At a very young age, he was able to beat old and experienced businessmen. His empire just keeps on growing and growing as time goes by. He's just plainly unstoppable. It was like someone handed him a dull and rusty knife and now he was able to use this as a sharp and fear-consuming sword.

He can just take down any business around the city, and almost everyone was aware that his connection outside the boundaries of the city also should never be underestimated.

"I'll count. Ten counts, and if you won't voluntarily show yourself, there's no way I'll leave you with any leeway after this."

The board members then started to shiver in fright. They were almost ready to toss anyone in front of the man with an angelic face but a demonic mind.

"Ten," he started as he solely focuses on tapping his finger, this time at the top of the table. The sound he was making are not helping to ease up the tension among the members.

"Nine,"

"Eight,"

"Seven,"

"Six," by the time September counted up to four, the already panicking board members almost stop breathing.

"Two," September's head rose and his gaze fell directly at the guy who was silently sitting at the other end of the table.

"One," September said in a cold and menacing voice that made almost everyone from the room shiver.

"Leave the room," he announced and almost everyone hurriedly stood up and almost run towards the door of the conference room just to escape the wrath of the devil.

"Mr. Smith, why such in a hurry?" he called out when he saw the man trying to blend in with the crowd.

The man stopped in his tracks and realized how futile his attempt of escaping the beast is. He sighed in defeat before he turned around to face September.

"I told you after those ten counts there would be no leeway for you. I don't want to see you again," The man in front of him started to shiver after hearing what he said.