“Why are you guys shooting the breeze here instead of working when it’s still office hours? Do you want me to dock your pay?” Zayne roared at the group of sales representatives as he stepped out of his office.
At that, everyone hastily returned to their desks.
One of the sales representatives told Zayne, “Mr. Carlson, Jared went to collect Dexter Murphy’s debt.”
Hearing that, Zayne was stunned for a moment before gloating. “He doesn’t even mind risking his life just to flaunt his capabilities, huh? If he manages to collect the debt, I’ll drink all the water in the toilet bowl!”
A second after his words rang out, Troy returned with sweat dripping off his face and a black bag in his hand.
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