Christian's POV
As I stepped in my office, I flung my briefcase to the couch. I wanted to wipe everything off this damn desk to prove my level of anger but this is not a movie or even a damn novel.
The author would never let me be this insensitive. Right?
I dropped myself on the chair and turn on my computer.
I picked up the office phone on my desk and called Roger's office. It went straight to voice mail. I loosen my tie in frustration and adjust the AC temperature.
He might still be in the reception hall since I left him there.
I called his personal phone instead.
"Hey man." He responded on the second ring.
"Where are you? Are you still on the first floor?" I asked exasperatingly.
He paused for a moment before he responded, "Yeah, and President Anderson wants
