Dropping the microphone, she hurried after him, practically sprinting to reach the entrance before he walked out. She grabbed a handful of his tailored suit sleeve, desperate to stop him.
Franklin felt irritation explode through him, sharp, immediate, uncontrollable.
He yanked his arm free and shoved her hand away like it burned.
"Don't touch me," he snapped, voice low and cold enough to frost glass. "The deal is over. Now go f**k yourself."
The entire club went dead silent. Even the speakers seemed to hold their breath.
The woman, his business partner, his supposed potential collaborator, stood frozen for half a second before stumbling after him, tears already forming.
"Please! Give us a chance. I'll be better, I swear. I can be professional!"
She had thought that s
