James felt like he was on the verge of tears. He knew Tyrone had been in a foul mood lately, ever since Ms. Quintessa Young came back from overseas. His boss hadn't been in good spirits at all.
But what did Tyrone mean by giving him a few more days of peace? Was he planning on giving him the Franklin treatment?
Oh, no. He hadn't done anything wrong.
All he did was vent a little with Kevin. That couldn't count as bad-mouthing, could it?
James quickly tried to make amends. "Mr. York, I'm sorry, man. I was wrong. I won’t speak ill of you again, I swear. Honestly, I didn't even want to say those things—it was all Kevin, who pushed me to talk because he's so curious about Ms. Quintessa Young."
Tyrone snapped back to the present, and gave James a cold, piercing stare. "You know, I haven't even settled the score with you on that matter."
James froze. What did he mean? Wasn't Tyrone talking about him just now?
He suddenly didn't dare to say another word, fearing it would only make things worse.
Tyrone pointed at James, not uttering a word, but his expression said it all—'you just wait.'
Suddenly, Tyrone asked, "The premiere press conference for 'Whispers in the Wind' is today?"
James nodded vigorously, eager to contribute. "Yes, it's today. It starts at 2 PM and it’s going to be live-streamed everywhere."
James had been on top of the details. He knew there was no way Tyrone would miss this event.
Was he pretending to be nonchalant when he clearly wanted to attend? Yeah, right.
Tyrone glanced at the clock; it was nearly ten past two.
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🤣🤣 yes!! stomp the mil into sputtering and silence...