Chapter 97. Buy the Airport

Roman’s POV

“Good day, President Giovanni,” my staff greeted me in unison as I walked into the conference room.

I just nodded and took my seat at the head of the table before they did the same.

“I heard you have something important to tell me. What is it?” I asked, flipping through the pages of the business proposal on the table.

“Uhm, well, sir,” one of them, a short, stubby, middle-aged man, began.

I raised an irritated brow as I watched him exchange glances with his colleagues.

“I don’t have all day. What is going on? Why are you exchanging glances with them like a trapped rat?” I asked, doing my best to suppress the ire boiling within me. Nowadays, I get irritated easily. And as much as