TRAVIS P O V
I was at a business dinner when Katrina called me. My brows knitted together when she wasn’t talking over the phone, but I could hear the sound of loud music in the background, which indicated that she was out, most likely in a nightclub.
‘‘Sir, the CEO of our partner company is on his way here…’’ my secretary suddenly spoke, and I looked up, glaring at her. Of all the things I didn’t like was interrupting me when I was talking to someone over the phone, especially when the person I was talking to, was a very important one. I waved my hand to dismiss her, and she bowed her head, aplogizing to me, before she made her way to the table just beside mine.
‘‘Katrina, are you…’’ I wasn’t able to continue what I was going to say when she suddenly disconnected the call witho
