“Wow,” Kyle scoffed, confident as ever, “so you're asking me to leave now?”
Kyle gave a faint, bitter . The sound was hollow, the kind that echoed from someone who had knowledge of what others don't. How absurd it was for an employee telling the boss to go.
“Don’t you understand what I said?” Lily snapped, her jaw tightening with fury. “I told you to leave. I don’t care who hired you or what kind of background you have. I want you to get the hell out of here. Now!”
Her hands trembled slightly, though she hid it well. She pulled out a thick stack of cash from her bag and tossed it onto the floor, her eyes cold and sharp. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Money? Take it and get the hell out of my sight!”
Before Kyle could reply, a loud car horn blared outside, slicing through the tense sile
