Jordan’s POV
I had left the house early that morning, more angry than ever. My entire night had been filled with one discovery after another and the sight of Fiona’s face made things even worse.
Jerome and I waited for John and Rob on the rooftop of a classic hotel. It had been only 10 minutes since we got there, but my anxiety was getting the better of me.
John deserved an apology from me and that I will offer once I saw him.
“Boss, they are here.” Jerome’s voice cut deep through my thoughts. I turned my attention to the private door that led to where we were and there they stood.
“Bro!” Rob yelled as he walked up to me and John followed behind. John had on a black suit, black shades and some brown pair of shoes, just like he always did when he worked for me. His dark color shone
