~~PEYTON~~
I scramble for the phone on his desk, my hands shaking as I grab it. I run back to him, kneeling to place it in his outstretched hand. He's usually composed, but now he's fumbling as he dials a number. He keeps his gaze locked on his leg as it rings. I catch the muscle in his jaw twitching. He looks less like the formidable CEO from a few hours ago.
"The bionic is acting up again. I'm at the office, and I tripped," he grits into the phone, glaring at his leg.
Bionic? He wears a prosthetic. Why didn't I notice sooner? It must be advanced, or maybe I was too distracted by his face to notice. What kind of accident did he have to make him lose a leg?
"Peyton."
His voice jolts me back.
"Yes, Sir! Should I call for help? The ambulance, maybe?"
"No." He grimaces. "Does it look l
