Conley Tyron Rayner Novel His Name is Law, I'm Self-Made

During the company dinner, everyone was allowed to order what they wanted.
But when it was my turn, Tyron, the new intern, suddenly snatched the menu out of my hands.
That's enough. No more orders.
I ignored him and turned to the waiter. One vanilla bean panna cotta, please.
Out of nowhere, Tyron slammed the menu right into my face, his eyes blazing.
I said no more orders. What part of that didnt you get? Who the hell do you think you are, huh?
The edge of the menu scraped across my cheek, leaving a burning red line. My patience snapped clean in an instant.
I didnt even think twice; I grabbed the menu and slapped it right back into his smug face. He instantly exploded, roaring like a lunatic.
Son of a bitch! Do you even know who youre messing with? My mother is Thelma Appletonthis companys biggest client!
Even the CEO shows me respect! You touch me again, and Ill make sure your entire 500,000 bonus gets wiped outand Ill have every company in the industry blacklist your ass!
I frozecompletely thrown off.
Thelma Appleton? My aunt whos been single for forty years and has never had a kid in her life?
Since when did she suddenly have a full-grown son?

Seeing me caught off guard, Tyrons ego went through the roof.
What? Cat got your tongue? A clown like you, winning contracts with your faceletting you sit at this table already lowers the air quality. And you still think you get to order?
Winning deals with my looks?
I wake up before sunrise to write proposals, spend eight hours a day on construction sites, covered in dust and getting burned so dark my own mother has to squint to recognize me. And this idiot thinks I skate by on my face?
I slid my chair back, stood up, and locked eyes with him.
Listen carefully. I earn everything I have by working my ass off. Everyone here knows that. You? Youre just an intern. You havent earned the right to talk.
And lets get this straightthis is a company dinner, not your party. If Im not worthy to order, youre even less so. No wonder this place stinks; turns out its just your mouth spewing nonsense.
Around us, the entire room looked down, shoulders shaking from trying not to laugh.
Theyd all had it with Tyron. One month in the company and hed been acting like everyone was his personal staff.
Once, the new hire Lilla Gurt refused to fetch his coffee.
He dumped the entire cup over her head, burning her scalp so badly it blistered.
And he didnt even apologize. He threatened her instead.
Try to make me apologize, and Ill make sure you get kicked out of this company!
The company ended up covering her medical bills.
I wanted to step in back then, but my colleagues held me back.
I always wondered why everyone just swallowed their anger.
Turns out everyone was terrified of his Thelma Appletons son title.
Tyrons face flushed bright red as he jabbed a finger at me.
Boy, stop trying to act tough here! Without my mom, this company would already be bankrupt. Im telling you right nowtonights dinner goes by my rules! If I say you dont order, you dont!
Youre just a piece of shit! How dare you act cocky? You order one dish, just one, and Ill make sure youre fired tomorrow!
The waiter looked at me nervously.
S-Sir, should I still place your order?
Yes, please, I answered without a hint of hesitation.
What the hell was this? I bring in projects worth tens of millions in this company, and Im not allowed to order one damn dessert?
Whats all this yelling?
Our CEO, Rayner Fogarty, pushed open the door, his face dark as storm clouds.
A company dinner isnt where you come to fight. Whats going on?
But Tyron cut him off, spinning the story as if he were the victim.
Before I could speak, Rayners sharp gaze landed on me.
Conley, youve been here for a year. You should know by now that frugality is one of our core policies.
Tyron was just thinking about the companys finances. Was one dish really worth the trouble?


You hitting someone just made everything worse, Conley. Apologize to Tyron right now and pay over ten grand for emotional damages, and then maybe well consider this matter settled.
I couldnt help but laugh and stare straight at my boss.
Sir you seriously want me to apologize and pay him?
Rayners face darkened, unreadable, while Lilla yanked at my sleeve.
She hissed, Conley, dont be an idiot. Tyron is Thelma Appletons son. You cant afford to cross him. Sir Rayner is still counting on him to close the Aptivion deal.