Tristan’s P.O.V

I slammed the files down on the desk so hard, they scattered like frightened birds, a few of them flipping open midair before landing at the feet of my assistant. My chest heaved with unspent rage as I stood, the veins on my temples pulsing with every beat of my heart. “Are you fucking serious right now, Matthew?” I snarled, pointing at the mess on the floor.

“How the hell do you lose Wilson Group? Do you know what that means for us? That was one of our ...