"I'll break down your walls one by one and sneak into the gates of your icy heart before crushing it into tiny pieces." He murmurs mercilessly as his lips lightly brush my ear, the contact eliciting an indescribable sensation through every inch of m...
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I throw a glance at my wristwatch.
Two hours left.
You can't mess this up.
The adrenaline activates my competitive mode.
I attempt to silence my thoughts with a glass of scotch.
The burning aftertaste induces me to go for another round.
"Prove him wrong," I mutter.
As I lose myself through the countless city lights, all I can think about is my father's ultimatum.
"Sir, there's a new update. The Russian investors postponed the meeting to 5 pm due to an emergency."
I clench my fist as I pivot to acknowledge my PA.
It's then I realize I've been staring out the window of my office for the past 10 minutes.
A low growl escapes me.
Fucking time wasters.
"This is the second time in a row. Who do those morons take me for? A joke?" I can sense an outrage ready to combust. "Cancel the damn meeting."
He stares at me in disbelief before raising his hands in surrender.
"Sir, please be rational,'' he suggests as he shakes his head, "The company needs this investment deal more than ever. Decisions like this cannot be made based on temporary emotions."
My temper begins to subside.
He's right.
After all, the company's future is at stake.
"Tell them 5 pm is the deadline. If they're late, cancel the meeting." I order in finality before redirecting my gaze to the window.
"Yes, sir."
Dixon has always been meticulous at his job. He's been the right hand to my father's company for years and ultimately got fired on short notice.
I ended up taking him under my wing to piss off my old man.
Once he exits the office, I dial Stalon's number.
He answers after three rings, "Yo."
"Hey man, where you at?" I ask as I approach the desk to grab my shades, "I'm heading to BG in 15."
We have this unspoken rule to go at least once a month to BG, the local cheeseburger restaurant we were obsessed with as kids for their killer burgers.
It takes him longer to respond, "Sorry man, I'm gonna have to pass. I'm swamped at the office right now."
My brows furrow as I stare at my phone in confusion.
The guy never turns down food.
"Huh, I must've dialed the wrong number. If you see Stalon, tell him to meet me there." I joke once the phone's pressed to my ear.
