Lipstick smear

Reiner's POV:

"You got, Dickson fired?" Sylvester flared on the telephone. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Because I felt like it. Don't ever call me again. I'm working!" I blared, slamming down the receiver on my desk.

That was the last time I'm taking Sylvester's calls. Ever since I disgraced Dickson and made him crawl out of the office, my telephones had been red hot.

Sylvester was livid that I fired Dickson but I haven't heard a single word from grandmother.

I own a gold card which gives me full authority to carry out whatever task I deem fitting for the company's progress.

I had an idea grandmother wouldn't interfere and I was correct. It was Sylvester whom was having a headache over Dickson's retrenchment.

My secretary had been to my office non-stop over Sylvester's calls. I couldn't take it anymore which was why I warned him never to ring me up while I'm working.

The board of directors were willing to work with me. No surprise there because they knew the consequences of n