Chapter 54

• Jadon was fuming. Actually, scratch that. He was murderous in his rage, and it was all targeted toward one person as he stormed into the office. He promptly ignored the shouts of Ms. Sitta, insisting she announce him first.
• A small part of his brain felt bad for stressing his former secretary, who he had always respected, but he was too consumed with rage to actually stop and care.
• Through the red haze that was draped over his vision and the blood pounding through his ears in sync with his thundering heartbeat, he barely heard the door bang against the wall or the rattle of glass. Even with his body heated, Jadon hardly felt the cool air pumped through the building’s air-con system, or the smell of the clean lavender scent that he knew always hung in the air in his former office.