Charles’ POV
I slammed the door behind me with a force that threatened to collapse the entire building. I didn’t care if the whole damn building came down. My head was pounding and my jaws were clenched so tightly that it felt I would never be able to unclench them again.
All I could hear in my head was Patra’s stutter and Bush’s anger, the sound of his shoes walking out of Baker Tech. I had been so hopeful and she had ruined everything under flimsy excuses.
I stepped further into the penthouse, craving solitude. A stupid vase was in my way and I kicked it across the room. It shattered against the marble with a sound that made me want to break more things.
Then another sound erupted from the room.
“Charles…babe?”
Nancy.
The moment I saw her standing there in her perfect hair, perfe
