Chapter 16: Asher

Asher's phone had gone off five times during his meeting—five times. Each time he went to look at it, the frustrated man across from him cleared his throat.

Ding.

Six times.

"I'm sorry, is there something more important going on that you need to address?" Mateo Percheron asked as Asher leaned back, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Asher read the name of the person who had messaged him.

"It's nothing to be concerned about; I'm just getting some updates on business." Asher read Xaviers' name across his screen. The man was leaving paragraphs in his texts. What the f*uck? "Continue." He waved at Mateo, enjoying that the man bristled at Ashers' blatant nonchalance at who he was speaking.

"As I was saying..." He grunted, taking a swig of his whiskey. Asher put his phone down and stared at the man sitting across the desk disinterestedly. Asher wanted to know what was so damn crucial that Xavier felt the need to message him instead of calling him. He never m