POV: Darius
The door closed shut softly behind me, but the anger inside my chest was anything but soft. My phone was still pressed to my ear as I walked down the hall, every step with purpose until I reached my office. The leather chair welcomed me, but there was no comfort tonight.
“Ohh, I’ve given the fucker enough time,” I muttered, anger roughening my voice. “He thinks I’m all jokes, right?”
The man on the other end spoke, his voice low and calm, urging me to reconsider.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple, listening but barely controlling the irritation bubbling inside me. Finally, I cut him off, my tone cold. “I’m a man of my word, Diego. I gave him time because you connected us. I gave him time because of you.”
A pause. More words from the other end.
I let out a laugh
