Darius patted Floyd on the shoulder. "You're one of the smarter people I've met recently."

Floyd scratched his head and chuckled. "Well, I genuinely respect and admire you. I even went for an interview at West Atlantics Int'l when it was first set up, but I didn't make it through."

Darius' lips twitched at this. Since setting up West Atlantics Int'l, he'd met several people who'd scored interviews but failed to get hired. He pushed this thought to the back of his mind and smiled. "Well, now that we've resolved this, there's only one thing I need of you now—get me that business plan."

Floyd beamed and immediately turned to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said to the employees who'd been watching the show, "Get the manager. Look at how long the commotion's been going on, yet he isn't even here!" The employees shuddered at the obvious anger in his words, but they couldn't do anything—the manager wasn't around!

Floyd frowned when he didn't see anyone budging. No one ma