Chapter 41

MAXWELL'S POV

Maybe, just maybe, I was too arrogant for my own good.

I hated inferiority, no matter how it was portrayed. I mean, why must one person feel smaller than the other when both of you are human?

The idea was absurd, and infuriated me to the point that I often acted out of context.

“Sir…I..it wasn't intentional at all. He..he threatened me.”

I stared at the half beaten man kneeling in the middle of my office. Gerome, one of my managers, apparently left a loophole in one of his attempts at mutiny. A few important files of the company went missing several weeks ago, but after a thorough search, they were found in one of the janitor's lockers. Turns out, they were stolen and photocopied by Gerome, and handed over to someone who he had refused to name for the last thirty minutes.

He severely threatened his assistant, with warnings of returning him to his past life on the streets if he spoke a word about their escapade.

The guy couldn't handle the blackmail anymore and reported