CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Harper’s POV
I was almost ready to leave when I heard Xavier’s voice from the hallway.
“Where is the file?”
I stopped in front of the mirror and looked toward the open bedroom door.
His voice sounded calm, but there was something different about it this time.
I stepped out of my room and walked toward the hallway.
Xavier was standing near the living room with his jacket already on, while his assistant searched through a black briefcase.
“What file?” I asked.
Xavier looked at me. “The championship file, I have to take it along with me to the rink”
His assistant shook his head as he searched through the bag again. “It isn’t here, Captain.”
Xavier frowned slightly. “It was on my desk last night.”
“I remember seeing it there,” the assistant replied.
“Then it shou
