“Mr. Austin, I…”
“Get out!”
The glare on Dylan’s face was enough to make Garcia freeze in her tracks. She didn’t dare ask anything further and hurried out of the office.
As she walked down the hall, Garcia’s mind raced with worry, trying to figure out why Dylan was so angry. Had she done something wrong? Maybe he simply didn’t want her there at all.
Her confidence, which had been so solid just moments before, crumbled away, replaced by a heavy sense of defeat.
When she finally found Director Porter, he immediately sensed something was wrong from the panic in her eyes. “What happened? Is everything alright?”
Garcia’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears. “I—I don’t know what I did wrong. Mr. Austin is furious. He told me to come get you.”
A knot tightened in Director Porter’s chest. He knew all too well what Dylan’s temper was like; when he was in a bad mood, the consequences could be dire.
Without hesitation, he hurried toward Dylan’s office.
When Director Porter pushed open the door, he found Dylan sitting behind his desk, his expression dark and stormy. The tension in the room was palpable. Director Porter swallowed and approached cautiously. “Sir, you wanted to see me?”
Dylan’s eyes were cold, his tone ice. “Who told you to bring Garcia into the company?”
Director Porter quickly tried to explain. “Sir, last night your mother called me. She said she wanted someone assigned to the administrative team—Ms. Yates. I assumed you were already aware…”
A bitter, humorless laugh escaped Dylan as he gripped his pen so tightly his knuckles whitened.
Director Porter flinched. “Of course, sir, I take orders from you.”
“Then do as I say. Fire her. Today.”
Director Porter felt a headache coming on. “But Mr. Austin, this is the Frost Group. You know how close your mother is with the chairman. I really don’t have the authority to make this call. Sir, perhaps you should speak to Mrs. Austin yourself?”
He looked utterly defeated; the last thing he wanted was to be caught in the crossfire between mother and son.
Seeing how useless he was, Dylan snapped, “Get out.”
Director Porter wasted no time, stumbling backward and apologizing over and over as he made his escape.
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