Adrian’s Point of View
I tapped my fingers against the polished conference table, barely registering the words spilling from the senior manager’s mouth. Something about profit margins, a quarterly report, whatever. None of it mattered right now. My eyes flicked to my wristwatch. 12:58 PM. Almost time. Almost.
“Adrian?” Mr. Guerrero, my father in law and biggest investor's voice snapped me back. His sharp eyes pinned me in place. “Did you proofread this presentation? The figures don’t tally, and... ”
My phone beeped. My 1 PM alarm.
I shot to my feet, shrugging on my blazer. “I’m sorry, but I have to reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. Urgent matter.”
Mr. Guerrero frowned. “Excuse me? Adrian... ”
I was already out the door before he could finish.
I had planned this down to the last
