Adrian met Edward, anxious and pacing at home.
“What's going on?” he asked as the man looked hesitant to talk.
“I…I think I should just show you, Chairman," he responded and led the way to Adrian's suite.
The devastation started from his sitting room.
It was as if a hurricane had swept through the house.
The worst of it was in the bedroom.
The purchase sent from Royal Garbs just that afternoon had been arranged by assigned maids.
The walk-in closet now looked like a war zone with devastating casualties.
Shoes slashed.
Clothes torn.
Watches broken.
Mirrors on the dressing stand shattered.
A baseball bat lay to the side, as if awaiting another swing.
Adrian's chest tightened at the sheer waste. The air around him seemed to drop a degree.
Shopping was not an enjoyable activity f
