Paige’s POV
I massaged my aching temple as the intercom buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time today.
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson is complaining about the pool temperature," my assistant's voice held a note of apology.
I barely had time to respond when the intercom buzzed again.
"Miss Paige, Mr. Hanson is complaining that the stationary bike makes an 'offensive squeaking sound'."
I balled my fists.
"Miss Paige," the intercom buzzed yet again, "Mr. Hanson wants to talk to you about the 'unnecessary interruption' of water in his suite."
That's it. My wolf's patience snapped alongside my own.I angrily rose from my swivel chair, shocking my assistant. She looked genuinely frightened as I gritted my teeth and stormed out of the room.
I rode the elevator with sharp ey
