Ben asked, "Should I have him brought to you?"


    "No need," Debra replied, her stride unbroken. "I''ll handle this myself."


    She pushed open the office door. The chair was facing away, but the namete on the desk read: CEO, Gand Eaton.


    The name rang a bell, but she couldn''t quite ce it.


    The chair spun around, revealing a man dressed in a casual sweatshirt and pants, ck-rimmed sses perched on his nose. He was handsome, with bushy eyebrows and eyes that sparkled with mischief. Debra thought he was a little over the top.N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    "Looking for me?" Gand asked, leaning his chin on his hand as Debra''s entourage filed into the office.


    Debra had learned something during her time in Orkgate. Sometimes, a show of force was necessary.


    But Gand seemed unruffled, pulling out his phone to record it.


    His voice waszy yet maic. "Ladies and gentlemen, behold. Gangsters are harassing innocent citizens. Is there no justice left in this city?"


    Debra stepped forward, snatched the phone from his hand, and smashed it to the ground. The sharp crack echoed through the room. Gand stared at the shattered remains and then at the SIM card Debra casually tossed aside.


    While he was in shock, Debra pulled


    a check for 500 thousand dors


    in


    from her pocket and ced it?


    front of him. "For your phone.


    Then she pulled out another check, this one for 50 million dors, and ced it on the desk. "And this is for yourpany."


    The employees peeked in, curious about what was going on.


    Their agency was doing fine, but their monthly revenue was only several hundred thousand. 50. million dors was enough to buy New Age ten times over.


    Gand picked up the checks and nced at them. "Can I take the 500 thousand as a bribe?"


    "Nah," Debra replied without missing a beat. "I don''t need yourpany. I want you."


    There was a round of gasps.


    He frowned, leaning back in his chair. "Sorry, I''m already spoken for."


    Debra smiled slightly, resisting the urge to p him. "Mr. Eaton, I want you to work for me."


    "I prefer being my own boss," Gand replied.


    Debra''s smile faded, her eyes zing with determination. "As l said, I don''t need thispany. If you want to be the boss, I''ll buy it and give it to you. But you? You''re not negotiable."