“No! no, Roger,” Xavier growled into the phone, pacing behind his massive glass desk like a panther ready to kill.
“You don’t walk into a seven-figure deal with your d**k in your hands and f**k the entire thing sideways, then call me and tell me to be calm.”
He stopped in front of the window, glaring out over the skyline with his jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might break his own teeth.
“We gave them exactly what they wanted. I sat in that f*****g meeting myself. I sold them on the pitch. I walked them through the numbers, the logistics, the projections. And now you’re telling me you didn’t lock in the equity clause?”
He laughed.
“Jesus f*****g Christ, Roger. You had one job. One.”
“And what the f**k do you mean they pulled the deal?!”
The poor bastard on the other end was
