Half an hour ago, the usually empty first-floor lobby of the York-King Group's office building was packed with company executives, neatly arranged in two rows from high to low ranking and from the outside to the inside. At the front stood John Jackson, another efficient president's assistant under Mason King.
Luke Laurent stepped out of the front passenger seat of the black Bentley and respectfully opened the rear door.
Everyone held their breath, as the so-called internal news they had been circulating for the past month had shaken their hearts. They were all extremely anxious, focusing intently on the Bentley's door.
Mason King emerged from the car and slowly stood up straight.