Chapter 47
Paris Intrusion
(Axel’s POV)
The meeting finally ended, two hours later than it should have, and I felt like strangling the next man who put another spreadsheet in front of me. Chase and I walked out side by side, both of us loosening our ties like we’d just escaped prison.
“Please tell me you were paying attention,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
Chase stretched his arms above his head. “I was. Mostly. Something about margins, quarterly projections, and something about croissants.”
I gave him a flat look. “We weren’t talking about croissants.”
“We could’ve been,” he shot back, grinning. “And that’s the real tragedy.”
I shook my head, heading down the hall. “Remind me why you’re here again? Because if I recall correctly, I was supposed to come to Paris. You were suppos
