CALLUM'S POV
As I walked away from Riley, that rogue trader's howl rang sweetly in my ears and a smirk tugged at my lips as I climbed the stairs to my room.
Inside, the door clicked shut, and I crossed to the wardrobe. I pushed aside the stack of folded shirts, and there it was... the burner phone, tucked away in secret.
I dialed a number, and waited for two rings before the person picked up.
"Clean work today," I said with a grin. "That storm at the company? It was perfect chaos. Your balance will hit your account now."
Mumble came back, gruff and quick.
"Yeah, yeah, wired soon," I chuckled. "We would still keep the bite on Riley and more pressure."
I hung up and returned the phone back to its spot. My eyes gleamed as I took off the white shirt, buttons popping easily.
Chest bared, abs carved from dawn runs and iron... The shirt hit the floor, boots kicked aside.
