Minutes Make Billionaires

Back in the director's office, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. The director wasted no time. "Mr. Layman," he barked into his phone. "Get in here. Now."

Minutes later, Layman slinked in, his earlier arrogance replaced with visible unease. He tried to avoid Ava's gaze but failed miserably. Kane had got everything that had happened from Ava and he was fuming than before.

The director didn't mince words. "Your behavior today was unacceptable. You've not only embarrassed yourself, but you've jeopardized a major deal and the reputation of this branch. Effective immediately, you're relieved of your duties."

Layman's jaw dropped. "Sir, I—"

"No excuses," the director cut him off. "Consider yourself lucky if the CEO doesn't fire you outright. Security will escort you out."

Layman stammered a weak apology, his face flushed with humiliation. Parker leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with a indifference.