Kennedy’s POV:
The weather is good though it’s sunny. I rubbed my lower lip while I drove to the company. I got stuck in the traffic while I’m thinking about Yvan’s offer. That man must be crazy.
I thought he knew me? Doesn’t he know my capabilities? I’m the CEO. I’m a billionaire. He cannot rule me or make me follow his consequences. No one can make me follow their orders because I was born to be followed.
“Sir, the director--”
“Reschedule it. Get me a glass of whiskey.” I said. I saw the hesitation on her face but she still followed me. She’s torn because she knows how important this meeting is with the director but she’d still followed me because I’m her boss.
I licked my lower lip and turned my laptop off. I checked the mail that my private investigator sent to me. I opened the
