Kyle’s POV
I checked my watch for what felt like the tenth time in the past five minutes. The meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago, yet the people I was waiting for still hadn’t arrived. My patience, already thread-thin, had worn down to the brink of breaking. My jaw clenched, fingers tapping restlessly against the smooth surface of the conference table. The large, floor-to-ceiling windows filled the room with light, but instead of brightening my mood, they only aggravated me further.
I hadn’t slept well the previous night, and the frustration and anger from my restless night had followed me into the morning like a shadow I couldn’t shake off. My employees felt it too. They moved carefully - as if walking on glass, speaking in hushed voices, as though one wrong step might se
