Chapter 275

"Mr. Gibson, we've got a problem."

Trevon had been deep in talks about a new deal with Stephen when Mr. Harris burst in, phone in hand. They were supposed to hit up Lydia's birthday party today, but Stephen had called an audible, demanding a sit-down on the deal today of all days.

Trevon was not keen on the party anyway, so he had rolled with it. He had made it clear to Mr. Harris - no distractions.

Mr. Harris leaned in and spilled the news in a hush.

Trevon's face creased with concern, and he was on his feet in a flash. "Mr. Ferguson, something's come up. We'll have to call it a day."

Stephen's eyebrow arched. "I'm off to the States tomorrow. If we don't lock this down now, it'll have to wait till I'm back."

Trevon's lips thinned, but his mind was made up. "We'll sort out the deal. I'll come to the U.S. and we'll talk."

Stephen looked taken aback but stepped aside, making no move to stop Trevon as he strode out.

Once Trevon was out of sight, Stephen turned to his secretary Cha