At that, I almost laughed out loud. A man from London? How could I not know who he was? I just found it amusing that someone had the audacity to challenge me.
Before I could respond, Gideon snatched the phone back.
"Alright, alright, even if Everett told you who he was, what could you possibly do?" he sneered. "Be smart, Desmond. Strip off your clothes now and at least walk away with a breakup fee."
"For a kept man like you, isn’t that the best deal you could hope for?"
He kept pushing, taunting me over and over again. But instead of reacting, I held back. Not out of fear—but because I needed to confirm who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Now that the truth was coming to light, there was no need to tolerate him any longer.
"Enough!" My voice cuts through the room like a whip.
I swept my gaze over the gathered employees, then spoke with quiet authority.
"This meeting is over."
"You all have two choices—leave now while you still can, or stay and be my enemy."
"And let me be clear—I never show mercy to my enemies."
For a brief moment, the room was silent.
Then, laughter erupted.
"You hear that? This pretty boy thinks he can order us around!"