"If I remember correctly," Sinclair's voice was unhurried, yet laced with unmistakable mockery.
"You and Tiffany are merely acquaintances. This 'thank you' isn't yours to give."
Calvin: " Even now, he couldn't resist twisting the knife in my heart?!
"I take it back. Goodbye."
The moment the call ended, he pressed a button on his desk.
Jey entered the office almost immediately.
"Mr. Calvin—"
"Reschedule all meetings and collaborations scheduled for the next week to today and tomorrow," Calvin commanded, his sharp eyes glinting with frost.
Jey knew exactly how packed the upcoming week was.
Compressing it into two days meant working around the clock without rest.
"Mr. Calvin, may I ask why?"
Calvin rose from the armchair and strode with measured steps toward the floor-to-ceiling window, standing silhouetted against the light.
The interplay of shadows danced across his strikingly handsome, almost devilish features.
