Vaughn ignored the ghost’s fear that Zeb might kill him soon.
“I think you should hire a bodyguard,” Wallace suggested, walking beside him in the hallway toward the CEO’s temporary office. “Haven’t you had bodyguards in Manila? Maybe you can send them here with. Why didn’t you bring them with you?”
Vaughn still ignored the pesky wight. He was trying hard to not snap or speak with him without the privacy of his office or house, where no one could see or hear him talk alone.
“Aren’t you going to do something to Zeb? He questioned your authority and leadership,” the ghost went on.
The CEO opened and closed the door to his office. He took a deep breath, filling up his lungs.
“He’s my COO, and he did his best while I was in a coma. I suppose I’ll just give him the chance to rethink about t
