'So Edwin, what do you think we should do?' Grayson asked frowning as he flipped through the other files that Edwin brought over.
'Mr. Grayson, I don't think I should have a say in this' Edwin replied humbly backing off from the table.
'…Yeah! You shouldn't! I just wanted to know whether you could suggest me some extreme methods than the ones I have planned' Grayson replied as a cold smile crossed his face.
Chills ran down Edwin's spine as he watched his boss smile wickedly replaying his plan in his mind
'But boss, shouldn't we be careful! After all, he's Christopher Finch! He's deadly than his brother ever was' Edwin warned as he noticed how conceited his boss looked.
'I know…you needn't have to remind me of what I have been through years ago, Edwin' Grayson replied glaring at his secretary.
Grayson's hands clutched on to the papers he was holding almost tearing through them as his eyes reddened with anger.