Jerk.

“Yes, Mr. Carrero.” I watch him stalk into the boardroom and shut the door noisily. He’s in his aggressive boss mode; he will probably bark at all the suits and have this meeting finished pronto. I shake my head at his back and concentrate on not sticking my tongue out. He is trying my very last nerve, and it’s taking all my willpower not to tell him to go shove his job up his butt.

His cell immediately vibrates, and I swipe it open. I cringe at the name which ...