Maxwell POV
I stormed out of his office, my anger boiling over like a cauldron about to spill its contents. The hallway seemed to blur around me as I strode through it, my feet pounding the floor in a rhythmic expression of my fury. I burst into my office, slamming the door shut behind me, and made a beeline for my desk.
With a snarl, I slammed my fist onto the polished wood, making the pens and papers jump. I yanked open the top two buttons of my shirt, feeling the constriction of my collar easing as I struggled to contain my rage. "What the f**k!" I exploded, my voice echoing off the walls of my office.
All my efforts, all my planning, all my convincing of the shareholders – it had all been for nothing. He still had the audacity to tell me he was ready to fight back for Electra. Did
