Chapter 25
With a loud crash, James and Franklin quickly turned to see aptop that had been sitting on the
conference table now smashed on the floor, shattered into two halves, its screen fractured, leaving
behind a trail of fury.
Tyrone still satposedly, his attire immacte, his expression nonchnt, elegant and aloof, giving
no indication that he was the one who had just demolished theputer.
Tyrone nced sideways, “Franklin, get in here.”
His voice was even–keeled, but James shivered. Mr. York was terrifying in his calmness; the more
composed he was, the scarier he seemed.
Quintessa had already walked away. Franklin, gripping the doorknob, hesitated to enter. Even James
could sense something was amiss, so how could Franklin be oblivious?
Tyrone just looked at him and said, “Come in.”
James knew this was Tyrone’s limit. He didn’t want to make him repeat himself a third time, or he’d be
in for it too.
James hurriedly urged, “Mr. Franklin, get in there.”
Franklin got scared.
James ungraciously swung the door open and gave Franklin a firm shove from behind.
Carried by inertia, Franklin stumbled into the room. He braked to a halt, “Tyrone, you needed
something?”
They were college buddies, and by a twist of extended family ties, Franklin was supposed to be
Tyrone’s cousin.
Between Tyrone’s middle and index finger, a coin had materialized, twirling effortlessly.
Tyronemanded simply, “Sit.”
Franklin, standing tall at 6’2“, was sweating bullets. He took a seat cautiously.
To his surprise, Tyrone’s inquiries were all aboutpany matters, seeking his opinion on the business
operations for the year. Everything was normal, without a hint of irregrity. As Franklin rxed and
talked, he thought maybe Mr. York wasn’t so hung up on that wild chick after all. She was just a
woman, hardly worth Tyrone’s trouble.
Once they wrapped up the work talk, Franklin grew bolder, “Tyrone, when did you hook up with such a
fiery chick? She’s hot–headed and even hotter–bodied, curves in all the right ces, and that chest
has got to be at least a C–cup.”
Tyrone’s gaze fell to a woman’s trench coat on the floor, “Anything else?”
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Franklin was all gossip, “Did you really get with herst night? She said you swiped her phone, Tyrone,
did you really take it?”
Suddenly, Tyrone’s fingers stopped the coin with a flick, and itnded in his palm, He looked up,
“Franklin, I’m quite pleased with your work performance and resultstely.”
Franklin paused, confused by the abrupt shift back to work. Still, he quickly responded, Thank you, Mr.
York. I’ll continue to give it my all.”
Tyrone then added, “Thepany has decided to sponsor the construction of 50 schools In the
hignds at no cost. I think you’d be the perfect project leader.”
Franklin was instantly dumbstruck, “Tyrone, I mean, Mr. York.”
“Any objections?” Tyrone cast him a nce, which sent a chill down Franklin’s spine.
Franklin shook his head vigorously, “No, absolutely not. How could I object?”
“Depart with the team this afternoon at 1 PM.”
“What? This afternoon?” Franklin had hoped for a few days to plead his case or wait for his boss to
cool off. But there was no time given.