Miles
I was in the middle of a damn meeting—a very important meeting—with the president when Cheryl called me for the fifth time.
I ignored it at first, but then my phone vibrated again.
I sighed, slipping it out of my pocket and pressing it to my ear.
“Oppa,” she cried.
My entire body went still.
She was crying.
Sniffling heavily.
Oh, God.
“Excuse me,” I muttered, practically bolting out of the room. “Baby, what’s wrong? Where are you?”
“I was driving and then…”
I froze.
“Driving? Who the hell let you drive? Where the f**k is Chris?”
“I don’t even know,” she sobbed.
“Cheryl, do you need me to come? Just tell me where you are, and I’ll be there.”
“I’m on the roadside… on the way home.”
“I’m coming, baby. Stay right there.”
I didn’t care that I had just barged out of a mee
