Savannah pushed the door in.
Behind the desk, Dylan raised his head slowly, as if he was expecting her.
Savannah was a little guilty under his gaze. "I want to ask you about one thing." She tried to steady herself.
"Say it." There was a chilling little smile pursing his mouth.
"Three old workers at the Schultz's factory were fired this afternoon. Did you do it?" She mustered up the courage.
He did not give a straight answer. His eyes fixed sternly on her. "You came to my company, broke into my office, and shouted at me for such a small matter?"
His words made her eyelids flutter. "Do you mean you admit that you fired them?"
"Yes."
Savannah bit her lip and said angrily, "Why? The three people had been working for the Schultz's factory for decades. They have worked for my father since the factory was founded. They invested a lot into the factory. Why did you fire them? You'll kill them! What have they done to you?"
