He puffed out his chest. "I'm a top sales candidate bringing in tens of millions in revenue. Every executive fawns over me. You think you have the power to touch my job?"
Josephine chimed in, emboldened. "Exactly! My son is the big boss's favorite. Don't you even dream—"
Rhys's phone rang.
He glanced at the screen, smirked at me, and answered on speaker to prove a point. Before he could say a word, a furious roar erupted from the device.
"Rhys Abbott! Who gave you the nerve to provoke the Taylor family? They're our most critical client! Pack your things. Don't bother coming in tomorrow!"
