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"Yes, I'm certain it's that stuff. Old Don, do you need me to say it again?" Faye Owen's voice shot up an octave over the phone.
"Hold on." Yves King swiped the phone away: "Old Don, don't rush to buy it, let me discuss it with the boss first." Saying this, he hung up.
Executive director Tom Donald was sweating bullets on the other end of the line. What was the debacle between the boss and Yves King? If that stuff was for the boss to wear, it was indeed to die for. And if the boss was buying it for Yves King... well, was the boss's taste already distorted to some extent?
But Old Don was crafty enough to stand by for now, let them discuss. If the boss called again with orders, he would definitely go and buy it himself, no matter what. After all, it was the boss who was in charge of the company now, even Chairman Miller could only give the boss advice. Whether to take it or not, that was entirely up to the boss.
