Chapter 18: Across the Line
THE NEXT DAY
Rafael King POV:
One of my employees handed me a winter coat as I stalked into an industrial freezer. I strode between rows of frozen animal carcasses until I reached a space at the back that had been cleared out.
Two of my employees sat there, and on the folding chair between them sat some nameless i***t.
“This better be important," I warned my employees. “I trust you realize that this is interrupting my brunch with Miss Blaq?"
“We understand, sir," one of my employees, a tall woman with short brown hair, replied. “But we left that this was a matter you would want to address yourself."
“Bold of you to make that judgment," I warned her.
Instead of replying she turned to the i***t in the chair. “Explain to Mr. King why you interrupted his da
