CLAY’S POV
“... I'm still looking into the target, Jon.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, “there's no need to worry, I'll find out what you need.”
The call had been going on for almost twenty minutes and I was getting tired of reassuring the other man that our contract was fool-proof.
His sudden lack of confidence in me was not helping the fact that I was already frustrated with the lack of major progress in the whole project anyways.
“Have I ever disappointed you before?” I queried, forcing my voice to remain calm.
“No,” Jon replied. “I'm just making sure that…”
“I appreciate your efforts to make sure everything's going well,” I cut in. “But…”
I paused when my secretary’s voice slipped into my ear through the intercom.
“Mr. Banner?” she said carefully, “there’s a… Mr. Ashbourne he
