Chapter 67 Working

• Prince POV
• The heavy oak door creaks shut behind me, sealing off the outside world. The air inside is thick, weighted with the kind of silence that only my father’s presence can bring. He’s standing there, waiting, like he always is, his face unreadable but his eyes sharp, cutting through me. In his hand, he’s holding out the phone—my phone—like it’s some kind of offering or maybe a test.
• “Piero’s called multiple times,” he says, his voice low but firm, the kind of tone that doesn’t leave room for excuses. “He’s rearranged your meetings. Next time, take the damn phone.”