Page 77 of Primal Bonds 1
Debra was still speechless while Dave asked, “Wait! Where are you going? It’s still working hours.”
Adam smiled. “I’m finished with this shithole.” He turned to the door and saw Nolan there, looking like a million dollars in his sleek suit. Lan, in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, his wolf ears sticking out and a pair of dark sunglasses on, looked ready to jump on these people, which naturally frightened them out of their witsthe moment they saw him. More so since there was a hoard of men in black suits behind him and Nolan.
“Isn’t that…” Dave said, his voice weak as he stared at Nolan walking toward them. Everyone on the floor, in fact, was staring in shock at Nolan and Lan, their work momentarily forgotten.
Nolan called out, “Adam, ready to fuck the bastard up?”
Adam adjusted his tie as he said, “As ready as can be.”
The two headed out the door then, with the men following behind them. Lan, the last to leave, waved at the staff, saying, “Have fun finding another job, ladies and gentlemen.”
Once they were gone, chaos ensued with everyone asking, “Who are those people? What are they doing here? And what does Adam have anything to do with them?”
“Finding another job?” Debra said. “What does he mean by that? And he’s a beastkin, right? That boy? What is he doing here?”
Dave raked his fingers through his hair and then slumped down on his chair. Panic now started to set in on him.
Debra turned to him and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He raised his gaze to her and said, “What? You haven’t realized yet?”
Debra frowned.
Dave said, “The man who walked in, he’s a big shot.”
“Yeah? He’s hot, but what does he have anything to do with us and the company?” Debra asked.
“He’s Nolan Sullivan,” Dave said.
“Nolan Sullivan?” Debra asked. “I’ve never heard of him.”
“Then it’s a blessing,” Dave said. “Because you don’t want to hear his name, at least in the business world. He’s ruthless and…”
Debra rolled her eyes. “Dave, you’re not making any sense.”
His face hard, he said, “Debra, Nolan Sullivan is the second-in-command of the Sullivan mafia clan.”
“Mafia clan?” Debra said, her eyes wide. “Then what about Adam?”
“Fuck,” Dave said, chuckling nervously. “Now it makes sense. Adam Sullivan, he’s the head, the big boss.”
Debra looked all but frightened now, her face pale. “Are you serious? The big boss of a mafia clan was working with us in this very office for like five months?”
He nodded. “I’m very serious. This company is ruined, Debra. I think it’s best we start updating our resume and hunt for another job.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Debra said.
On the top floor of Morrison and Co. building, Mr. Morrison, the owner and CEO of the company, was currently shaking and sweating profusely as he watched the television screen attached to the wall of his luxurious office. The affair of his time with underage beastkin teens and his association with the institute, particularly the red department,was out for the world to scrutinize, which pissed him off. Of course, he wasn’t scared by any means. He was wealthy and powerful and could hush this sort of things up with a snap of his fingers. The reason why he was shaking in his boots and sweating so profusely was because there were two big, bulky men on either side of him.
He hadn’t a fucking clue who they were. They just barged right in and one roughly shoved him to sit on the chair as he said, “Don’t move a muscle. Our bosses will be here soon.”
Bosses? What the fuck was he talking about?
The door opened to another two big, bulky men in black suits. Morrison glimpsed more men along the corridor and knew he was fucked. It looked like even his own team of security guards wouldn’t be able to handle these people.
Speaking of his own security guards, where the fuck were they in this time of crisis?
Walking in through the door were two striking, tall, lean men in immaculate, sleek suits and a punk wolf boy. The mere sight and intense aura from the two men turned Morrison stiff in fright. Even so, he managed to stammer, “Who… Who are you people?”