"Ronan Peters, are you tired of work? Say another word, and you will lose your job. Forever—"
Ronan swallowed hard and grinned while scratching his head.
"Ha-ha-ha, Sir…" His nervous laugh echoed in the room. "Wh-why do you ask that? Of course, I still need to work for you. I've devoted my life to working with you, Sir."
Sawyer's sharp gaze remained fixed on him. "Stop making assumptions. Your words are only adding to my headache."
Ronan raised his hand to create a peace sign. "Sir, I promise I'll keep my mouth shut. But should we go for lunch now, or do you want me to order it for you?" He tried to redirect the conversation, not daring to challenge his Boss.
However, Ronan nearly choked when he heard Sawyer's words.
