Murray quickly called out, "Don't worry, Boss! I'll make sure he enjoys every second of it!"
Realizing he had miscalculated disastrously, Silas stared at Murray in pure terror. "What... what are you going to do?"
Murray hauled the bruised, battered executive off the floor by his collar as easily as lifting a dead dog. "Are you going to return the four hundred million that doesn't belong to you?"
Silas shook his head frantically. "I swear I didn't embezzle the money!"
Murray looked at him with a gaze full of cold pity. "Still acting tough, huh? Looks like you're going to need a personal tour of The White Family Punishment Hall."
Even though he had no idea what The Punishment Hall entailed, the sheer menace in the name made Silas's blood run cold. "I'm warning you, I have powerful connections!"
Murray chuckled as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Let me guess, your 'connections' start and end with Nancy, right?"
Silas forced himself to stand tall. "Nancy got me this job as Finance Director! And behind Nancy is the massive Grover Group! If you disrespect me, you're disrespecting her and the entire Grover Group! I'm laying it out for you right now: I didn't touch a dime of that money. But even if I did, you're going to let me walk out of here without a scratch."

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