GRAY
Five years later.
“Mr. Donatello might not want to reschedule, Axel.” The frustrated voice of my assistant, Shirley emitted from the speakers.
I suppressed a growl, yanking at my tie to get the damn thing off. I had been feeling suffocated in it since the meeting earlier. Imagine being stuck in a six-hour meeting with investors, getting into a Jet afterwards, and getting stuck in it for another eight hours. My frustration had ridden to its peak.
“I don't care, Shirley. He can decide to wait or not.” I glanced at my wristwatch. It was just a few minutes to noon. I would have flown in from England earlier than this but I had a delay. “I have to be home today.” I exhaled, tossing the tie aside.
“He can be a little hard to work with, Axel. You know that.” I could imagine her rolling
