Adrian’s POV
The sky was overcast, a dull gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned with Emma. I stood by my car, dressed in black from head to toe, my phone pressed to my ear as I spoke to the temporary assistant filling in for Emma. “I specifically asked you to cancel all my meetings for the week. Yet here I am, getting emails from Mr. Rodriguez’s assistant saying he’s on his way to New York. Care to explain that?”
Her voice trembled through the line. “Sir, I sent out a bulk email. Maybe he didn’t receive it…”
“Maybe?” I cut her off, anger bubbling. “You’re supposed to make sure everything is handled, not guess! Emma wouldn’t make such stupid mistakes, and to think I doubled your pay for this nonsense…”
“I’ll call him again and... ”
“Don’t you dare. You’ve done enough damage al
