By the time noon had rolled around, Richard was already on edge.
He had been in back-to-back meetings all morning, dealing with both internal pressure and external threats in the company. And the very person who had caused the ruckus was still nowhere in sight.
He glanced at the clock on his office wall. 12:45 PM.
If she didn't walk through that door in the next five minutes, he was going to—
A knock sounded, putting an end to his thoughts.
The door swung open, and to his immense disappointment, it wasn't Shantel Hale. Instead, Tyler stepped inside with his usual easygoing demeanor.
"What's with the storm cloud over your head, brother?" Tyler asked, settling into the chair across from Richard's desk.
Richard didn't bother answering. Wasn't he in that boardroom just now?
Tyler raised a brow, then leaned back. "Let me guess. Shantel Hale?"
Richard's eyes narrowed slightly. "How do you—"
Tyler smirked. "It's written all over your face, Rich."
"Damn that woman."