Chapter 129
Austin suddenly slammed the folder onto the table, making everyone in the conference room jump. At that point, the place felt more like a war zone than a boardroom. The
tension was suffocating
Seriously, could someone tell them what was up with Austin that day? Sure, he was always strict, but this? This was a whole new level.
He even tore into the marketing team just because their proposal had a couple of extra words in one section.
Austin’s sharp gaze swept across the room, his voice low and icy. “Is this the so–called team of top–tier professionals paid a fortune to hire?
That one look alone was enough to make everyone’s stomach drop
Panic spread like wildfire
Austin flung the stack of documents onto the conference table. “You have three days. If you can’t come up with a decent proposal by then, you’re all out.”
With that, he pushed back his chair and strode out, leaving behind a room full of people stamped over the table, gasping for air.
“oh my god, what the hell was that? That was trying”
they had to endure a few more meetings Eke this, it’d probably shave years off their lives.
I disaster. “I swear, I thought I was done for. Look at this–I’m
Tyler Hartman, dressed in a sleek charcoal gray sult, shook out his jacket like he had just survived a natural d drenched in sweat.
His legs still felt like jelly.
Austin’s presence was overwhelming. He was young, but the sheer authority he carried could crush a room full of executives.
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Anyone who didn’t know better would never believe that the group of high–ranking executives, currently sweating through their expensive suits, actually ran Hall Corporation. This was supposed to bed powerhouse of a company, where even entry–level employees needed nerves of steel And yet, look at them.
One of the other executives patted Tyler on the shoulder and sighed. “Just focus on the work, man. Unless you wanna be unemployed.” One by one, the executives grabbed their files and dragged themselves back to their offices
Mason Winston let out a long, defeated sigh as he stood up. “Damn…,”
The filming of the TV program wrapped up.
Inson sat in the back of the SUV, his expression dark and unreadable. The whole thing with Suzanne was still weighing on him, leaving him in a foul mood. He yanked at his the, loosening it as he stared out the window.
Mason, who was sitting up front, noticed his mood and reached into the side compartment to pull out a bottle of water. He passed it to him. “Man, that collaboration with Jane today was solid. When this episode airs, it’s definitely gonna blow up. So why the long face?”
jenson’s mood had been off since filming started, and Mason still couldn’t figure out why.
Was he actually into Jane? Even if he was, why would that make him this irritated?
Mason thought about it for a while but came up empty:
Just then, Jenson’s phone rang. He took the water bottle, shoved it into the console, and answered the call
A sweet, playful voice came through the line. “Jenson, you done with work? Are you tired?”
Seline had been trying to get a bold of him for a while. She finally found out his schedule and knew he was free now.
“Not really.” Jenson said flatly
Seine froze for second. Why did he sound so cold today?
She quickly adjusted her tone, softening her voice even more. “Let’s grab dinner together, okay? You haven’t taken me out in forever. I miss you, Jenson.”
Jenson was dready irritated. Now, hearing her voice just made him feel even more foolish. How could he have been so stupid? So gullible!
His expression turned ever, colder. “I have plans.”
He forced himself to keep his temper in check.
Mason, sensing the shift, kept his mouth shut and casually moved to the front seat to strike up a conversation with the driver instead.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Seline’s smile altered. She knew Jenson should be heading straigh thote after this. He was avoiding her.
Her fingers tightened around her phone as unease crept in Was this because of Suzanne? Ever since that night at the bar, jenson had been distant. No. She couldn’t let this happen.
seline sighed softly, adding a touch of sadness to her voice. “Jenson, I don’t know what’s been going on with Suzanne Lately. The other night, she came home and hit Dad. 1 don’t know what’s wrong with her.”
She needed son to see Suzanne for what she really was–acold, ruthless woman
