Classic Novel
Chapter 25
With a loud crash, James and Franklin quickly turned to see a laptop 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 sat composedly, his attire immaculate, his expression nonchalant, elegant and aloof, giving no indication that he was the one who had just demolished the computer.
Tyrone glanced 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.
Tyrone commanded simply, “Sit.”
Franklin, standing tall at 6’2“, was sweating bullets. He took a seat cautiously.
To his surprise, Tyrone’s inquiries were all about company matters, seeking his opinion on the business operations for the year. Everything was normal, without a hint of irregularity. As Franklin relaxed 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 places, 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 her last night? She said you swiped her phone, Tyrone, did you really take it?”
Suddenly, Tyrone’s fingers stopped the coin with a flick, and it landed in his palm, He looked up, “Franklin, I’m quite pleased with your work performance and results lately.”
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, “The company has decided to sponsor the construction of 50 schools In the highlands 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 glance, 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.