Knox's POV
I rested both hands on the glass walls while the force of water from the running shower hit my back with no remorse. Every thought was directed towards the possible outcomes today could yield. For me, it was an open battle where I either walked away as the loser and let him win or vice versa.
I turned off the shower, stepping out while drying my hair. I stared at each of the suits I had asked Dave to pick for me, wondering what was suddenly wrong with each of them. I called him in, still with my towel loosely tied around my waist.
"You sent for me, Boss," his voice echoed from the door.
"Cut that, Dave," I rolled my eyes. "Come take a look at these," I stepped to the side for him to look at the materials lying on my bed.
"What's wrong?"
I grimaced at his ques
