Yang Enterprise.
The people nervously held their breath in anticipation. A few shivered at the deathly cold temperature in the room. Others were so nervous, they had cold sweat on their forehead and back. There was a few handful that was on the brink of tears.
Sitting in the enormous leather seat made for a King, was Yang Feng. With his stoic and deathly stare, the presenters felt their legs quiver in fear.
His eyes were so dark, it looked like an endless void of despair. His expression was so cold and frigid, it dropped the atmosphere around him.
Someone had nervously turned on the heater, but the warmth couldn't compete with the blatant displeasure on his face.
Even with his frightening face that seemed to know your darkest secrets, the female employees couldn't help but swoon at his handsomeness. He was so dark, scary, and formidable, yet, so pleasing to look at.
A deathly aura surrounded him, warning those who dared to venture close.
