Ethan gritted his teeth in nervous frustration as the meeting progressed, resisting the urge to drum his fingertips on the polished surface of the conference table, his mind seething with impatience as he silently ordered the damn man to get on with it and be done. Despite the boil of impatience, on the surface, his demeanor was calm and collected.
However, his calm pretense extended only up to his face. Underneath the mahogany table, he had a different story.
He clenched and unclenched his fist in a worried stupor, the clamminess of his shirt pressing against his anxious skin. He held his phone in his free hand, stealing a glance occasionally at the dead screen.
Erin still hadn't called. Ordinarily, this was normal behavior as she tended to forget she even had a phone in the first plac
