David’s POV
“David.”
“….”
“DAVID.”
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Yes, Mr. Reynolds—sorry. What did you just say?”
Ethan glared at me from behind his desk, arms crossed, that familiar scowl tightening across his face. “I said, if you’re this distracted, maybe I should send you to shoot clay pigeons with my grandfather.”
I winced.
“At this point, are you trying to avoid it—or auditioning for it?”
“I’ll find her,” I said quickly.
“Good. Because if I don’t get results soon…” He leaned forward, voice low and lethal. “I’m taking Riley Bennett to meet him instead.”
“What?! Ethan—!”
“I mean it.”
My jaw clenched. He wasn’t bluffing. If Riley got dragged into this? She’d have my head.
I forced out a stiff nod and left his office, heart pounding. I didn’t have much time left.
Ethan’s P
