Chapter 1067
They used “you” instead of “sir p>
Called him “Mr. Hawkins” instead of “boss p>
It was a minor thing, but it spoke volumes.
Even the junior assistant dared to address him like this, showing what his current standing in the company was!
It was Alden they had roughed up, for he had stopped them from moving Clayton’s stuff.
Clayton was livid,
“How dare you touch my things without my permission? Have you forgotten that I’m still your boss p>
The two assistants froze, unsure of how to respond, and simply ignored him.
They carried the boxes towards the restroom.
The storage was right next to it.
Clayton’s face darkened,
“Alden, notify HR, fire them both! If HR gives you any lip, fire them too p>
The assistants gasped, panic-stricken, standing there holding the boxes uneasily.
Suddenly, they saw a man walking out of the CEO’s office, and they hurried to complain,
“Philip, we upset Mr. Hawkins by moving stuff, and he’s going to fire us p>
Philip was the company’s second-in-command.
Philip, unfazed and smiling, said,
“Well, Mr. Hawkins is still the top dog for now. He can fire whoever he wants; I can’t do anything about it p>
The assistants’ eyes widened, but Philip added,
“But don’t worry, he won’t be for long. I’ll rehire you later with double the salary p>
The assistants were overjoyed, “Thanks, Philip p>
After speaking, they glared at Clayton and Alden beside him, carrying the boxes next to the restroom.
In front of Clayton, they dropped the boxes heavily on the ground.
Clayton, lips pursed in anger, thought of something and hurried towards the CEO’s office.
But Philip blocked him,
“This is no longer your office. If you’re looking for something, check the storage. Oh, I remember now, you’re looking for this, aren’t you?” Philip took out a picture frame, squinting at it.
It was the only family photo Clayton had on his desk, featuring him, his wife, and their child!
“Shame, really. Irene looked so pretty as a child. If she were alive today, she’d be stunning. Such a pity, gone completely, probably not even a trace left p>
“You bastard!” Clayton roared, reaching for the picture frame.
Philip let go, and the frame fell to the ground, shattering.
Seeing the broken frame, Clayton’s pupils dilated in shock.
Alden, knowing the significance of the family photo to Clayton, hurried to pick it up.
His hand barely touched the photo when a leather shoe stepped on it, grinding it down.
The glass shards cut through Alden’s palm, making him hiss in pain as he looked up at Philip.
Philip glared at him, menacing,
“Foolish thing, turning down such a high offer from me, insisting on suffering with Clayton. You’re sick p>
Clayton was furious, about to strike Philip!
But he was promptly restrained by his second and third assistants, who coldly said,
“Mr. Hawkins, there are cameras everywhere. If you hit him here, we’ll have to call the cops p>
“Get lost!” Clayton shouted, throwing them off, but Alden stopped him,
“Boss, stay calm. We can’t give them an excuse now p>
Alden was worried they’d use any violence as a reason to throw Clayton into jail and torment him after the shareholders’ meeting was over. “I’m fine, here’s your photo p>
Alden handed the family photo to Clayton, blood smudging its surface.