Chapter 420 Hunt

At Johnson company headquarters,

The modern office room wasn't just luxurious, it served the needs of a person to work comfortably without stepping out. The glass wall gave a spectacular view of the city covered in snow, decorated for the festival, and newer.

People were walking on the streets in joy and celebration during their vacation but the Johnson companies seemed to be busier than ever.

Suddenly the door burst open. Miles Johnson entered the room holding a file in one hand and another hand pulling his collar button to breathe. The three more men in suits followed him as one continued to report.

"The issue at the Symon manufacturing plant should be settled soon. The employees aren't ready to work during the vacation with no bonus. Dragged any longer, the chances of the..."

'Pak,' The speaker started when Miles slapped the file on his glass desk. He fell quiet and silently sighed.

Miles Johnson had agreed with The Building company that he would lower the prices of supplies, hence they were going to face losses. However, they couldn't cancel the deal as the Building Company was the largest client for their building material supplies.

They can't lower the quality as they might lose the deal and ruin their company's reputation. So to recover some of the losses, Miles canceled the bonus, cut off many expenses forced employees to work on holidays, and increased the manufacturing limit so that they start supplying for different clients.

Either Miles has to announce the crisis to silence them or pay the bonus to the people. The white collars would continue to work, afraid of losing their job. But it wasn't the same with laborers at the manufacturing plant. They would stop the plant and wouldn't let the company hire other people. So Miles has to tread carefully.

With an exhausted long sigh, Miles Johnson settled on his chair. He looked worn out and his hair looked unkempt after running his fingers through it many times.

Frustration was evident on his face. During the end of the year, he used to be on cruises or at an international destination, surrounded by women and partying day and night. The plan was the same but everything changed after being confronted by Alvin.

Forget the party, he didn't have time to breathe. He was attending meetings back to back, running between the subsidiaries, and clenching his teeth when the building company was oppressing and commanding them.

It was six in the evening. He was expecting his day to end but there were his secretaries, reporting more troubles without handling anything without him.

Well, the secretaries report only the ones that need Miles's decision and approval.

Pinching his nose bridge, Miles leaned back on the chair. It wasn't the silence to take a breath but he was worried about the trouble at his hand. He knew they wouldn't be able to manage if the laborers started a problem. If he ignores their demand, he will be in more trouble, the Building Company will get the chance to taunt him for the late delivery of materials.

Sometimes he wondered if Alvin was controlling the Building company and his employees to make him feel pathetic. Nevertheless, he wasn't going to announce as the company was in crisis; Hence he cut off the bonuses to balance the situation. He least wanted the media to get the wind of recent activities.

Closing his eyes, he instructed solemnly, "Give the bonuses to blue-collar workers." But not the white-collar employees. If they dare to leave or threaten, he could easily hire more people for a lower salary.

The other secretaries noticed Miles waving his hand, commanding them to leave him alone. So they left the room but weren't sure if they could leave the office and go to their family.

It was the first time they were working day and night with so much pressure. It was always easy going around Miles Johnson unless he was angry. Now Miles's mood was everything but calm. They couldn't predict when he would get angry and how he would react to anything.

As there were no more meetings for the day, the personal secretary of Miles asked the team of secretaries to leave as it was a festive time. Anyway, he settled at his desk to continue the work.

Inside the officer, Miles almost dozed off when he heard a hurried knock on the door. His secretary reported, "President Johnson, Dane Tiller are here."

Frowns instantly appeared on Miles's face. He cued his secretary to send the man as he stood up from the seat to go to the mini parlor for a drink.

A tall man with a good build entered the office with a mask and hoodie over his head. He was packed head to toe in warm clothes and hadn't been removed even after entering the building.

Miles questioned without looking at the man, "Why are you appearing at the company again and again?" There was a hint of annoyance in his tone. Yet, he made two drinks and turned around. The guest had gotten rid of winter jackets and face masks.

Dane Tiller was a man in his late thirties but had the looks to swoon at. He was a son of a businessman and a professor by profession. He had multiple doctorates for his research.

He works at the Imperial University. , He often goes out of the country for seminars, and conferences on research and as a guest lecturer to different universities due to his outstanding achievements.

Dane sat on the couch with Miles and received the whiskey on rocks. Taking a sip of whiskey, he took his time before speaking, "Stay away from Anya Owen and Alvin Matthews."

Miles's face darkened instantly. He might stay away from Anya Owen but Alvin Matthews. To make the man suffer, he will need to reach Anya Owen.

Dane didn't hurry to say anything. He clenched his and rubbed his neck uneasily. He had a very strong premonition right after he heard about the discussion going on between the directors of the Imperial University.

"Anya Owen might become the dean of the university," Dane uttered each word clear as a starless dark sky.

Miles had heard it a long prior. "Wasn't it a rumor?" Alvin was disgusted by the Matthews family. Why would he let his wife work as dean at the Matthews institution?

Dane's expression was complicated with a malicious glint in his eyes. He had heard Anya would become dean to teach Gianna a lesson. They hadn't taken it seriously considering it a family dispute.

Now that Gianna was imprisoned and directors were talking about Anya, Dane was certain somebody played behind the scene for most of the directors to consider Anya who was too young and inexperienced.

"I don't think her resignation is real," Dane added in a grave tone but the face had turned pale considering the possibility of Anya on a mission.

Miles's expression was no different. His hands faintly shook before he clenched his teeth and held his composure.

Both were well aware that Anya's listed achievements were just the cherry on the cake. She would have handled much deadlier cases that shouldn't be leaked to the public.

The question is- is she on a mission to hunt them?