After Bonnie stormed out, slamming the front door behind her, the house fell into a heavy silence. Sylvester stood there, breathing hard, his fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tightened as he stared at the spot where she’d been standing just moments ago.
"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.
He paced for a while, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. Then he slumped down onto the couch, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, but he ignored it, until it buzzed again.
Grumbling, he reached for it and saw the caller ID.
It was his secretary.
He let out a sigh and picked up. “Yeah?”
“Sir?” Ethan’s voice was polite but urgent.
“Speak.” he said tiredly.
“I just got
