Axle's POV
"I asked my secretary to send you an Email of the revised contract… didn't you receive it?"
My voice was low but edged with frustration as I pinched the bridge of my nose. This damned contract had dragged longer than it should've. I shifted in the chair, my legs stretched out, my back stiff from sitting for hours.
The sterile scent of the hospital lingered, blending with faint hints of disinfectant and that underlying coldness only hospitals carried.
I shouldn't be working right now.
I'd taken leave from the office specifically so I could be here with Liam. I had told Narda to go home, and rest, clean up, clear her head. She'd been here all night and deserved it. Yet, here I was, a laptop on my lap, phone pressed to my ear, running my company from a hospital war
