Kylo Ren strode down the sidewalk, dodging slow pedestrians and puddles, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.
His jaw clenched as he listened to William Hux, CFO of First Order, his colleague, rival, and perpetual pain in his ass, rant and lecture about their latest quarterly reports.
“Hux,” Kylo sharply interrupted him, “production costs spiked in the last phase because those fucking assholes
convinced Snoke to contract with sent us an entire batch of parts that were completely outside acceptable quality standards! Didn’t I tell you this would happen? Yes, I did.
Don’t fucking start with me. I’m not going to approve for the next phase until I get the quality materials I need. I don’t give a fuck how much it costs. You fucked up, Hux.”
Kylo yanked open the door to the Indian restaurant he was headed into for a quiet lunch away from all the idiots who reported to him, only to smack straight into someone.
Her carryout bags split, and an excessive number of cartons and containers tumbled onto the sidewalk, several of which popped open,
spilling fragrant curries and colorful vegetables all over the ground.
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