He stared after their retreating figures for a long time before finally leaving the stairwell himself. Was there a real chance Mr. Thorn might actually end up putting a hit out on him over this?
That exact paranoid thought would linger in the back of his mind for months to come.
Thorn Group
Dominic Falcon knocked nervously on the doors of the executive suite, stepping inside to report that Evelyn's primary female bodyguard was outside demanding to see Michael.
At his desk, Michael lowered his gold fountain pen, a dark scowl instantly crossing his features. Hadn't he explicitly commanded her not to leave Evelyn's side for even a single second?
"Send her in."
Within moments, the female bodyguard stepped into the office, holding out a designer paper bag with both hands.
"Mr. Thorn, your wife purchased this for you and explicitly ordered me to hand-deliver it to you at once."
