I just wanted to get back downstairs and to my wife. There was something I badly needed to say to her and I couldn't rest easy until I had said it.
"Mr Oakes" the voice was familiar and still had the ability to make my skin crawl.
Even after two years, there was no way I would not fail to recognize it. My hand tightened on the receiver. It was Mr Ronaldo, there was no doubt about it.
"Mr Ronaldo, I wish I could say it was a pleasure to hear from you but we both know that would be a lie" I grunted out.
"As arrogant as always, aren't you Mr Oakes" his voice was silky smooth.
"What do you want you bastard?" I said bluntly "Just spit it out so I can tell you to go to hell and to stop bothering my staff."
He chuckled. "Such a way with words Grayson. Always so arrogant and so brash. T
