Chapter 83

Sebastian tossed the file on the desk and directed a glare to the head of accounts department. For some weird reasons the account did not seem to tally. Perhaps it was the result of a tiny flaw and on a good day, Sebastian would have simply offered a correction and patted the older man goodbye.

Well today was a bad day. A very bad day for him. He felt like shit and in turn had the insane urge to make the man before him feel like shit also.

"Mr Dawson, How long have you worked for me?"

Mr Dawson, a slightly balding older man shifted on his foot, his beady black eyes shifting around warily. Whenever the boss asked that question, it always meant shit was coming. Dawson had seen men, his superiors get fired and it always started with that phrase.

He immediately snatched the file off the desk, eager to find where the flaw in his work was and rectify it- or offer an excuse, whichever helped him out of this mess.

"I asked a question," Sebastian dead panned, fixing the man with a glare