POV: Darius
“Hhhk!”
I heard the sharp, sudden gasp as it sounded through the quietness in my office.
I stoped mid-sentence, the phone still pressed to my ear. The sound had come from the door—soft, but filled with fear—but before I could turn around, whoever it was had ran.
I didn’t move though. And I didn’t call out. Whoever had been there either didn’t want to be seen, or didn’t have the courage to face me. Either way, I had more pressing matters than chasing shadows.
Switching from Spanish to English, my voice hardened.
“I paid them in full,” I said into the phone, each word sounding colder as it left my mouth. “I don’t like it when people think they can cheat me. If they weren’t going to deliver in the first place, they shouldn’t have collected my money.”
There was a pause on t
