Was Paul Stone pissed?
Hell yeah, he was!
But he’d already checked with the board at Brooks Group, and the answer was crystal clear: there wasn’t any meeting or discussion—young master Alexander just dropped the order on his own!
“Manager Stone! Can you please just say something?” Franklin snapped.
Paul crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, eyes bloodshot. “What do you want me to say? That I didn’t get any heads-up either?”
Wait, what?
Both Franklin and Naomi Knight, along with Cedric Sterling—who always played runner-up to Julian—looked stunned.
Paul Stone didn’t get advance notice either?
He was practically a founding member of the company!
“Th-this can’t be,” Franklin stammered, looking thrown.
Paul let out a cold laugh. “Why not? The company belongs to
