“That’s one finger,” Christian says, taking a sip of his coffee. I look back down at the watch just as it passes the twelve again. “It passed.” “Two. Better hurry, Mr. Hayden, or I’ll have to move on to toes.” “You’ve got to be shitting me!” Neil says. “You can’t do this!” “I own this company, I assure you, I can do whatever the hell I want, and what I want is you off of my payroll.”
Why is Neil still sitting there omg
