Roman's POV
"This is a YOU problem, Roman." Her voice echoed, "Your insecurities not mine. You're ashamed of your business, ashamed of Oxygen. I'm not a coward, you're a whiny. A weak little p***y, ashamed of his own creation!"
The door banged in my ears, my jaw tight as I drowned my glass. Again. Third one in a row after that sharp mouthed woman banged my door and left.
"The nerves she has," I muttered, "The nerves to shut my door like that. Does this place look like Boldlines to her? Her house? Where she gets to do whatever??"
"Err, she didn't shut it, boss. I did." Jordan corrected, opening his mouth despite seeing the mood I was in. "She threw the door open and left. Didn't shut it."
Don't you think I know that?
I turned to him, scowling. "Just said to add that there. That's al
