Fang
“What the f**k are you doing back so soon?” I eyed my vice president as he swept into my office without knocking. Flopping down onto the chair opposite me with a sigh, he eyed me, a frown marring his face.
“I still live here right?”
As always, his tone bordered the line of insubordination.
Shaking my head, I went back to the papers on my desk. I had come back thinking the club would be in shambles, that all our business ventures would be lying in ruin, but I had been pleasantly surprised.
Not only had my womanising, borderline alcoholic vice president kept things afloat, he had actually turned a profit.
“I expected you to party some more…” Peering at him, I waited for him to laugh, to brush off his partying ways like he always did.
Hansel was a good man and great vice presi
