CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sasha Munroe, the CEO of Munroe Acquisitions, Inc., paced back and forth in her office, her arms folded behind her back. She had been pacing back and forth for the last couple of minutes, mostly to blow off steam, not that it helped. If anything, she was just getting angrier and angrier. Her doctor had warned her about her blood pressure, but right now, Sasha could care a lot less about what her doctor—or anyone else—said. They wouldn’t understand why she was angry. No one would.
Standing by the door was her ninja servant, Takeshi. Unlike her, he stood perfectly still, his arms at his side, his sky blue eyes watching Sasha as she paced. He had been silent ever since delivering the recent bad news to her, which normally did not bother Sasha, but today she found his sile
