William
I had been tapping impatiently against my table. Anxiety was usually far from me, but unfortunately, there were some things I was certain were the cause of it—namely, my shipment currently sitting at the port doing nothing. Aside from Ambrose breathing down my neck, I also had a third party applying pressure. Speaking of third parties, my phone had been blowing up with calls and messages from Lee. A typical Chinese name, but not a stereotypical man. He was a high-ranking member of the Triad in the U.S. and my biggest source of income, at least as long as I did exactly what I was supposed to do in due time—which was always.
"Mr. Lee," I muttered into the phone, keeping my voice low.
"You better give me a good reason," he snapped, his flawless American accent making his threat mor
