Allen’s POV
William’s message blinked across my screen, dragging me straight out of admiring the ridiculous, involuntary blush on Jane’s face.
Mr Allen.
There’s a commotion in the company. One of the shareholders is making claims, says he needs to see you in person.
Fantastic. Corporate tantrums before noon. My favorite.
I rubbed my jaw once, exhaling sharply, then typed fast, asking "How important that was."
Three dots blinked and his reply played across my screen.
"It's very dangerous sir, enough to get the board riled up and they're waiting," he replied.
Of course they were. Nothing motivated rich old men like the scent of panic.
I forced my annoyance down and turned away from Jane for a second. “Send the photos to me,” I told the photographer. “Edited and unedited. And the vid
