BLAINE'S POV:
I slammed my pen on my desk for the 100th time this morning. I've been in a sour mood ever since I got to work. My employees have been walking on eggshells around me because they knew I could snap at any moment.
When the receptionist let someone in without my permission because they demanded her to, I fired her without waiting to hear her excuse.
I made it perfectly clear that all my appointments should be canceled for the day. I wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone.
The shrill ringing of my cellphone pulled me out of my thoughts. I reached for it and a sigh escaped my lips as I saw it was just my brother Karl.
"Hello Blaine," his voice filtered through the phone speaker.
"Hmmm," I grunted without actual words. He laughed softly and I could imagine h
