Chapter 244
- Jordan’s POV
- Every single second that ticked by on the wall clock felt like a razor dragging slowly across my nerves.
- I couldn't sit still. I couldn't look at the quarterly profit margins sitting on my mahogany desk, and I couldn't stop the sickening, suffocating knot tightening inside my chest. I paced the length of the executive floor, the plush wool rug doing nothing to soften the heavy, frantic cadence of my steps.