Chapter 45

Myles POV

Employees shuffled from foot to foot, with some bowing their heads like children caught in mischief. I silently glared at them, waiting for the mastermind to give themselves up.

“I brought up the idea.” Naomi suddenly stepped forward nervously.

“We... we did.” Damian joined her, looking just as nervous. “It was actually our idea.”

I fixed my gaze intensively on them while they cowered nervously in fear.

“With all the chaos going on, with the company’s reputation at risk and only moments away from being tarnished, you had the time to plan this? What is it? A celebration for a wedding that almost turned to a blood bath?!” I growled.

“We... we’re sorry..” Damian stuttered. “We thought it would be a good way to ease off all the stress of the past few days.”

“By celebrating when we should be putting on our war faces?!” I snapped.

“We’re sorry, Mr Voss,” Naomi said in a small voice. “It… It’s never going to happen again.”