CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: CRAZY DRIVE

~FRANK~ Portraying a mysterious personality, getting into George's office wasn't something of a big deal. I smirked, seeing his shocked expression alongside that of his staff. “Nice meeting you again, George Benson,” I said with a creepy smile, ignoring his question. He walked in fully without removing his gaze from me, settling on his chair. “I’ll give you a call; you can drop it and leave,” I heard him say to this worker, who shot me a suspicious look before dropping the file and leaving with a bow. “I just asked you a question," George said, glaring, and I smirked again. “Nah, don't give me that look,” I said, shaking my forefinger. “What do you want, and how did you get in here?” he yelled. I smiled. He's beginning to give me the satisfaction of seeing him angry, and I derive so much pleasure from that. “Well, I came for business matters and got in here the same way you did,” I answered with a grin. I saw him fold his fists in anger, and I smiled inwardly. “By the way, you