Chapter thirty eight

Sylvester's pov

I tried to focus at work but could not. The events of last night still played in my head.

What was he trying to show me? That he had more composure than I did? Bullshit! I was going to deal with him soon, soon enough.

Something about him bothered me though, there was an air of mystery around him and he seemed to know more than he appears to know.

The guy I had asked for information was taking too long and I needed information now.

"Devin? My office, now" I spoke into the telephone, I might need his input.

"Sylvester, a word please before you say anything" Devin begged

If Devin used the word "please" it must be something serious, better to hear what he had to say first

"Alright, go ahead" I urged

"I can promise you that it was not intentional and I still don't know how it happened"

"Tell me already, what is it?" I asked again

"You don't know?" He asked, wide-eyed

"No, I don't" I answered

"Now, tell me"

"Uh, the company fell back to number two" he blurted out

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