Dane’S POV
"The market value of…"
"Profit margins are shrinking…"
"We have to do something about it…"
Their voices all blurred into a haze as I clutched tightly to my armrest. Sweat beading on my forehead, mind spiralling into something… something I couldn't place a finger on.
I groaned, adjusting my tie, but nothing helped.
Heat rose to my face in spurts, almost too hot for me to handle, then in the next minute, a sudden wave of ice rushed through me.
Unbearable. Worsening by the hour.
What the hell was this?
"Sir, I believe that deal could destabilise the market and it'll be best to…" His lips moved, but the words remained mute.
Fuck!
I needed it to end. As soon as possible.
I'd felt something different from the start of the day but assumed it might've been fatigue from the e
