Not by the time I’m finished with you.
Cal smirks, and the tenuous thread I’m holding on my temper finally snaps.
I slam my palms flat down on my desk, the reverberating bang makes Caleb flinch.
He walks further into the room and drops himself down into the chair opposite me, cool as a cucumber.
I lean forward and glare at my brother.
“Do you want to explain what the hell that was all about? And why you felt the need to lie to my fucking board? And what’s worse is, you forced me to lie to the board.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t force you to do anything,” he says, brushing invisible lint from his trousers. “And I didn’t lie.”
I grind my teeth together, my hands curling into fists on top of my desk.
“I’m beginning to see what Gabe’s problem is,” I snap.
Caleb chuckles. I mean, chuckles.
Does he take nothing seriously or realise what he’s just done?
“Oh, don’t be fooled. Gabriel loves me dropping in. It’s the highlight of his day, or at least it was until Leah and Callum came on the scene. As for you, you’ll be thanking me.”
He smirks as I drop into my chair. I lean back, gripping the arms.
I eyeball him over the top of my desk.
Sadly, with Caleb being my brother, it doesn’t have the same effect as it does on those who work for me.
“Is this yourbesticy stare?” he asks, and I swallow my growl.
I take several deep, slow breaths to slow my racing heart.
“What are you going to do to rectify this mess?” I ask, as calmly as I can. “As I said before, you just lied to the board. Mademelie to the board.”
“Absolutely nothing,” he says, the glee in his voice clear and obvious.
“And why not?” I ask, counting to ten. But instead of calming my racing pulse, it quickens.
“For fuck’s sake, Caleb. Can you be serious for once in your life?”
His expression hardens.
“I didn’t lie to the board, only you did that,” he says, his eyes narrowing. “And technically, you didn’t lie either. You just weren’t in possession of all the facts.”
I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
“You better start talking and fast, before I call security and have you thrown out.”
Caleb leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Such gratitude,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I didn’t lie, because Jaxson has, in actual fact, agreed to work on the project.”
“Impossible,” I say, before I can stop myself.
He wouldn’t.
Tension builds in my muscles, and my head begins to pound. At this rate, I’m going to be calling Carla again.
