|| Alaric’s POV ||

The office was a battlefield, papers strewn across the floor, the remnants of my rage scattered like debris. I threw the file on the ground, my voice a thunderous roar that echoed off the walls. "Is this how you do your job? Where are the details? Business doesn’t run itself!"

The man in front of me flinched, his shoulders hunched as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Alpha."

"Don’t mumble," I snapped, my patience hanging by a thread. "Go and get me the ...