Zayn.
"Are you sure you saw my brother with the Donatellis again?" I asked while rifling through the stack of files on my desk. Darren nodded and let out a long sigh. "Yes, boss and it looks like they're the ones tampering with our shipments," he finally admitted, and I simply nodded.
Terry is starting to bite off more than he can chew, and I'm ready for it. I'll slip up on him like a thief in the night and hit him where he least expects it.
I dropped the file and sank into the chair. "Don't you think it's best to strike now, boss?" Darren asked. I smiled and shook my head. "No, first I need to talk to my mother, the one who orchestrated everything. Clear my evening; I have matters to discuss with her." I rose from the chair, feeling a flicker of hesitation. Maybe it's because they're s
