Daniel’s POV

The phone clicked off, and I slammed it onto my desk, the glass surface shaking under the force. My blood boiled, as I felt a tight coil of rage twisting in my chest.

Who the hell does she think she is? A week of silence, ignoring my calls, my texts, every damn attempt I made to reach her.

Me, Daniel Hawthorne, ignored. No one ignored me. Not business partners, not rivals, not women. And yet, she ghosted me like I was some nobody, leaving me stewing in my own frustration, my ...