Leon’s POV
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I rubbed my temple, staring at James still kneeling on the floor like the weight of the world had dropped on his back. He looked like he had more to say—his lips twitching—when a knock cut through the silence.
"Come in," I said gruffly, not in the mood for interruptions.
The door opened and my assistant walked in. “Sir,” he bowed slightly, eyes flicking from me to James.
“Out,” I said to James without even looking at him.
But of course, he panicked. “Please sir don’t fire me. I don’t have money to feed. My stepdad—he’ll kill me if I lose this job, please sir.”
I scoffed, eyes narrowing. “I said out. That doesn’t mean you’re fired.”
His face morphed instantly from terror to relief. “Thank you, sir!” he blurted, bowing so fast he almost lost his balance. He scrambled
