Back on the executive floor, the large glass doors had barely clicked shut before the storm broke.
Slam!
Damien’s palm hit the surface of his desk with a deafening crack that echoed off the high ceilings. His chest heaved, his face contorted in rare, unfiltered fury over the betrayal he had just uncovered.
“Tell Mary to take care of this right away!” Damien barked, his voice laced with a lethal edge as he glared at his assistant. “I want results within the next twenty-four hours!”
James merely dipped his head, his fingers already flying across his tablet. “Understood, sir.”
“Damn it!” Damien hissed, turning his back to pace fiercely toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
Ashcroft sighed, leaning casually against the edge of a low leather sofa. “But D, we’re
