"Is one year enough?" Kevin Cliff threatened with a chilling tone.
Wester Welson's forehead beaded with sweat, "Enough... it's enough. Boss, aren't you hungry?"
The boss might not be hungry, but he sure was; however long the big boss stayed up there, that's how long he had to wait in the car below. Who else could they find to be as competent a Special Assistant as him these days, right? So, it's better if they don't make him CEO after all.
"Did Little Abigail call?" Kevin Cliff bent down to pick up his coat from the floor.
"Several times, but don't worry, I've soothed her." More than several—his phone was almost exploding with calls. It's because the boss was playing hooky for the first time; in the past, even if he didn't come back, he would still call to coddle her. But now, he wasn't even taking calls.
"Mm, bring the car around," Kevin Cliff instructed, then hung up the phone.
