Kyson sat with his back to them, his hands resting on his legs, emanating a sense of oppression that made the rooms air heavy with tension.
Silence nketed the room.
A silence that carried the weight of impending doom.
Once full of bravado, the thugs now cowered in Kysons presence, fear etched into their eyes.
They could feel the shadow of death creeping closer.
Several men in ck, donning sunsses, stood beside the bound thugs as Kyson slowly turned his chair around.
Who sent you? One of the thugs swallowed hard, trying to muster courage. No one sent us.
We just didnt like her.
Do we need a reason to cause trouble? Beat them! With Kysonsmand, the men in ck lifted their batons.
The office soon reverberated with the thugs anguished cries.
Kyson lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly, his cold eyes fixed on the beaten men.
In less than two minutes, Kurt arrived with a surveince recording, handing it to Kyson.
Mr.
Shaw, we found the recording of someone contacting them. With the Shaw Groups resources, tracking down the person who contacted them was childs y.
The recording yed, each word of the conversation crystal clear.
This is the woman you need to deal with.
I dont care how you do it, just make sure she fails.
Youll get $100, @@@ once its done.
Alright, Miss Powell, well get it done! Hearing the recording, the thugs eyes widened in disbelief.
They had chosen a very secluded meeting ce, so how had they been discovered? Kyson stood up and crouched in front of one of the thugs, his voice low and menacing.
Who is this Miss Powell you mentioned? I dont know. Kyson chuckled darkly.
Bring Bryanna Powell from the logistics department here.
He flicked his cigarette butt, whichnded on the thugs clothes, causing him to writhe and scream in pain.
In the logistics department… Bryanna,e with me.
Mr.
Shaw wants to see you.
Bryanna, who had been gossiping with her colleagues, was caught off guard by the sudden summons.