Lee strode into Drake’s office without preamble, tossing the stack of papers onto the desk. His expression was tight with restrained irritation. "Did you approve this?"
Drake barely had time to glance at the proposal before Miguel barged in, his presence filling the room like he owned it. "And what if he did?" Miguel said, voice dripping with arrogance. "He’s the owner of this company."
Lee’s lips pressed into a firm line. "Let’s get something straight—he’s still in training. My client, Mr. Montefuego, is the one who actually owns this company," he said coolly. "Your contract with him isn’t finished yet, which means you don’t have the authority to—"
Miguel cut him off with a scoff. "You seem to forget—you’re just the acting CEO. An employee, same as everyone else. And Drake—he’s the son
