Kendrick's POV
The morning light barely touched the skyline when I pulled up in front of Black Corporation.
Today, I was cleaning my father's lapdogs from the company.
I walked towards the boardroom where everyone was already waiting for me. I came late on purpose as I wanted to make sure everyone was there before I arrived.
The boardroom was so quiet that the sound of the clock ticking on the wall felt deafening. Every director, every manager, and every executive sitting around the long glass table avoided my eyes because they knew what was coming.
I leaned back in the leather chair at the head of the table, my fingers lightly tapping on the table and I just stared at all of them coldly. Evans stood by the door, holding a stack of termination letters that would soon change a lot of lives.
The air was thick and the tension heavy, as I could see cold sweats trickling down the faces of some of the guilty people.
