Calhoun's POV
The next morning, I stepped out of the car with Carmela beside me. My shoes had barely touched the company's grounds when I noticed Tristan and a swarm of assistants waiting, their faces pale, their eyes wide. Panic clung to each of their faces. The sight of it made my chest tighten with unease, a sharp skip in my heartbeat before anger swallowed it whole.
Tristan was the first to approach, clutching a fat, swollen file in his arms. "Thank goodness you're back, Calhoun," he said quickly, voice strained. "Here are several Pack reports you haven't gotten back to. The land disputes, profit gains, agreements we should've sealed days ago—"
His words grated on me. My eyes dropped to the thick file he was hugging like a lifeline. My jaw clenched, my teeth grinding together.
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