“Damn.” He perked up some. “Got your walking papers already, Tate? Serves you right. I didn’t think you were a good fit for the position anyway.” I smirked, ready to wipe that smug smile right off his face. “Me either. I think CEO or your boss fits me a little better.” His smile quickly disappeared. “What?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?” He looked from me to Alana’s dad. “What is he talking about?” “He’s taking over,” Mr. Powers clarified. “He and Alana recently married and…”
AHHHHH HAAAHHH SERVES YOU RIGHT YOU PILLOW-TALKING ASS NIGGA!
