Simon had arranged a business meeting at a café downtown that morning. His client had not arrived yet, but someone else caught his attention instead. It was Derek, the founder of Blaze Studio.
Derek shoved the café door open with enough force to make the bell overhead jangle violently. His expression was ugly as hell. After ordering an iced americano at the counter, he paced near the window looking visibly furious.
His phone was pressed against his ear while he cursed nonstop. "How the hell should I know what happened? Wren had some manager under her call me. She didn't even bother explaining personally before shutting everything down."
His voice grew colder the longer he spoke. "I knew women couldn't handle serious business worth a damn. f*****g wasting my time...I already called Patri
