HOUSE OF MOORE
Bryson glared viciously at the computer screen as if it were the one behind his problem. Chantelle’s words kept repeating in his head. He really must have underestimated her. She had presented herself so meekly that he thought he could handle her. If he knew firsthand that she was rude and dismissive, he would have tried to find someone else to be his surrogate. Paying that considerable amount of money to someone who thinks she can throw her weight around isn’t acceptable. He glanced at his phone, battling with his thoughts on whether to drop her a threatening message.
While at it, his phone rang, jolting him out of his reverie. Owen was the one calling. Sucking his teeth he answered the call. “What do you want, Owen?”
It sounded like Owen was cursing on the other end. “
