Chapter 8

"Collins!!!"

Waves of shock coursed through the room., and murmurs arose from the rest of the people in the meeting.

"Was it our boss that this nobody called a rich bastard?"

"Why is our boss not doing anything about it?"

"The Mr. Damien I know would have this man locked up in prison for the rest of his life."

"What's really going on?"

"How did he get past the security in the first place?"

"Why... Is it just me, or does he have the same brown eyes as our newest employee, Aella?"

While the murmurs went on, Collins and Damien stood face-to-face with each other. Aella was just two seats away, wet with jittery sweat, despite the new air conditioning unit in the office.

"Is this the thank you I get for getting you out of jail and giving your life back?" Damien finally spoke out.

"Listen to me and listen well. I don't care whether you saved me from death or not. Don't act like you don't have ulterior motives for doing that. I'm not going to allow you to indulge in a lame act of charity in r