CHAPTER 65. I WANNA MAKE THIS WORK
RYDER
The cold wind of the night infiltrated the room through the window blinds. It was brushing through my hair, making my strands do a happy dance.
I was still in the meeting room, still seated at the round table but I was alone. The warlords have returned to the pack house for the night and Darius was taking care of the necessary calls to get the building going.
I flipped through the files Tiffany had sent a few hours ago. They were proposals from my top, human investors. In these files were the conditions I had to meet and how much they were willing to wager for the erection of the estate.
So far, all the proposals I've gone through were trashy and were being tossed one after the other into the trash can by my side. The more I went through the p
