Ace’s POV
I’m so f****d. I knew it the moment I took the call from Amos last night.
When I sat down at my desk, intent on catching up on emails and texts, my phone rang. I was close to not answering the call from Amos because I had been ignoring him and Enzo all week, too busy at the hospital with Paetyn, so why connect now? But I knew I couldn’t avoid this conversation for much longer.
“Boss wants to see you in his office tomorrow morning,” Amos said, voice gruff.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “And what’s this about?”
“You’ll find out when you get here. Ten A.M. Don’t be late.”
The call ended as quick as it started, and I was left staring at my desktop, ice filling my veins to the point I was almost suffocating. I knew what Enzo wanted to see me about and knew it wouldn't end
