Isabella’s POV
“Where’s the formula?”
Those were the first words James uttered when I took my seat. Obviously, he didn’t plan on wasting time on niceties, which was just as well since I was on a time crunch. I needed to wrap this little meeting up and make it back in time for lunch.
“Seems I forgot to take it with me,” I answered calmly.
James slammed a fist down on the table loudly. I flinched, more from surprise than fear at his actions. I glanced around and saw the barista looking our way at James’ outburst, but he quickly glanced away when our eyes met.
“Someone didn’t have their caffeine this morning. Should I order you a drink?”
“Does it look like I’m in the mood to play games with you, Bella?” James asked softly, his expression dark.
“No,” I responded, unfazed by his expression, “And to be honest, James, I’ve never been good at playing games either.”
“Without the formula, I have nothing to say to you,” James announced and made to stand.