“Darius. Long time no see. I hear you’ve recently become rich,” George sneered.Darius' brows furrowed, forming a wrinkle on his once flawless face.“George Jennings? I never thought I’d see you here,” he replied with his hands still in his pockets. Darius was unperturbed, as though nothing had happened.Contrarily, sheer hatred exuded from a scowling George.“I assumed you’d always work for your previous boss. It seems you’re not as much of an asset to him as I thought,” Darius continued, unbothered by George’s nasty expression.A scoff came from George just then. “I left that job. My current boss made the right decision in hiring me.”“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be taking my leave now.” Darius still could not care less. He doesn't want to argue with him.He wanted to leave but could not as George, who held a tray full of food, blocked his path.A storm brewed in Darius' eyes. His rage was so intense that anyone watching would get goosebumps. “I’m very foul-tempered, especially toward those I disagreed