Morning came quickly.
Darren sat in the high-backed leather chair behind his desk, facing the window now, his reflection faint against the glass, his steel-blue eyes fixed not on the skyline but on the holographic interface projected before him.
Last night had been eventful. His meeting with Archibald Mooney had led him to become even more aware of the fragility of his present status.
Maybe he should have listened to Archibald's offer, it was a sure fire way to protect himself.
But... What Archibald was basically asking was for Darren to offer up his company to be swallowed by his, claiming that he would be protected under his brand.
Darren would be a puppet. That was the truth. And as tantalizing as that deal would be for many others, Darren didn't want to live a life under the shadow of Moon Enterprises.
Speaking of his growth as in the business world, he was reclined back on his chair, reading the lines on the Investor System's interface.
