BASH
Dad played me well. Who would have thought that my old man has a roguish side? What is he trying to imply?
He closed the deal last month before I even came back from the U.K, and nobody mentioned this to me. I flew over here for nothing. We just tossed over a fucking Champagne.
I look like a fool in front of the Korean team. It’s all my fault. I agreed with Dad about the documents. I should’ve checked it before the flight. I just trusted that old man, and I thought he wouldn’t play with me like this.
Lesson learned.
I stomp my feet to the car waiting for us. Trinity doesn’t say anything when she notices me scowling. I feel her hand on my thigh, gripping it. My idiot of a cock stirs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I release a deep breath to calm my nerves.
Edmund remains silent at the passenger seat while the Korean driver pulls the car out of the parking lot. He’s instructed where to take us after the meeting—the inept meeting.