Chapter 10

Leneora POV

And before I could speak, my eyes walked through Trent; his face was stressed up; however, his eyes shifted when his phone rang; he grabbed it without hesitation, and I could hear the faint sound of the voice at the other end of the phone. It was as if he had forgotten the phone was on speaker; the call was loud enough that I could hear all the pieces of the conversation. 

“We found some evidence, sir, about who might be the culprit.” The voice was bold and husky.

I stood and observed every hint of Trent's reaction. His posture suddenly changed, and he sat up right, like it was the moment he had been waiting for. 

“Tell me! Who is it?” He asked, fully anxious; his voice was sharp and filled with eagerness. 

“I'm sorry! The culprit's face was covered with an apron! The face wasn't shown! There is no clear identity, Mr. Trent." The voice said, and Trent's reaction depicted immediately that it wasn't what he hoped for. The disappointment became obvious immediately on his face; his shoulder sagged a bit, and the tension was slightly easing; however, frustration was obviously written over his face. 

“Send the evidence to me right away!” He muttered. “I need to check the body structure if I can recognize who it is. And keep the investigation going,” he demanded and as soon as the call ended, his friend wanted to say some words; however, he took a glance at me and kept quiet. Probably he would discuss whatever he wanted with him when I left. 

The room was heavy again, filled with silence; the pressure of everything was right on his shoulder, and it was visible in every breath. I was fully aware of the pressure he was under; however, I couldn't leave without speaking. I have to remind him about the contract. This could affect the entire future of Knight Industries. 

I opened my mouth to speak; however, before I could say a word, he raised his head to stare at me; his gaze was impatient, like he hadn't remembered I was with them. “What is it?” His voice snapped; it was obvious he didn't want to hear anything from me; however, I had to speak. 

I waited for a second, still contemplating if it was the right time; however, I couldn't turn back again; today was supposed to be the day of the meeting.  Just as I was about to speak, his friend's phone echoed loudly through the wall of the room. He immediately glanced through the screen, and it was obvious it was an urgent call. Without saying a word, he excused himself and left the room to take his call.

Then, I was left with Trent now; his eyes and full attention shifted back to me; anger was obvious on his face. “What do you want? Speak!” He snapped. 

I inhaled deeply and immediately placed the contract letter before him. 

“It's about the multi-million dollar contract, sir,” I eventually muttered.

 I took a deep breath and placed the contract letter in front of him. “It’s about the multimillion-dollar contract, sir,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “The meeting is scheduled for today, and if we don’t—”

Without letting me complete my sentence, he cut me off, quickly grabbing the paper from the desk. His expression changed when he read it. For some seconds, it was obvious the realization washed over him. He had completely forgotten about it. Without hesitation, he opened his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

“They sent me a reminder already,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “I totally forgot...” he said, staring deeply at his laptop, and then he raised his head up to speak to me…and as he was about to utter some words, his phone started ringing. This time around, his whole expression changed, and there wasn't a string of delays in picking up the calls; his moments were so swift as he answered the call and placed it in his ear. 

“Is there any news about my father?” he asked. His voice echoed deeply across the four walls of the room; it was filled with anxiety. 

I stood still; my ears were wide open as he made inquiries about his father. I wanted to get more information about him, to know about his current health status. 

“Yes, Mr. Knight, I am sorry; your father's condition has worsened. He has suddenly become unconscious, and he needs to be placed on oxygen for survival right before anything else.” The voice on the other end of the call, which obviously was the doctor, was faint, but I could hear the words. 

“Do the needful right away, doctor!” Trent screamed, his face was drained immediately, and his hands clenched tightly to the phone, and then he hung up the call and stood up, moving towards the door; his steps were fast, firm, and determined. 

For a few seconds, I didn't know what to do or what to say. I understood his pain; however, at the same time, the contract was important, and I couldn't let it slip away. I then moved forward to him as I gathered my courage and spoke. “What about the contract….” 

He turned around, his eyes blazing with fire! Anger was written all over his face. “Are you serious right now?” He screamed at me, his voice echoing off the walls. “My father is dying, and you’re asking me about some contract? Do you even have a heart?”

His words hit me like a slap in the face. I hadn’t meant to sound insensitive. I was just trying to do my job, but now I felt like I had crossed a line. Really crossed a hard line 

“I... I didn’t mean—” I started to explain, but he didn’t let me finish before cutting me off.

“You’re fired!” he snapped, with a cold and final voice. “I don’t need your services anymore. You’ll get a termination letter from HR by the end of the day.”

I stood there, frozen in shock. Fired? Just like that? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. 

He didn’t give me time to process it. He was already looking around the room, his eyes searching for someone else. “Where is Sasha?” he demanded, his tone sharp.