Chapter 17
Mateu visualized his fist smashing right through the conference room door. Perfect way to spend a Sunday morning, if anybody had bothered asking him.
He’d barely slept since London had ripped out his heart. Her betrayal warred with the threat to his family’s orchard for priority in his head, making it pound like a bass drum. Resisting the urge to inform Huntington himself exactly how he felt about the way the regional management team had executed business was a battle he was quickly losing. In any other situation, he’d have flown to Malibu, California to meet with the man at the very beginning. But he had to think smart, not like a hothead. It was imperative he secured the five-star review before he made any move at all.
London was his ticket to finally being able to be there
