Chapter Thirty One

Sienna

My fist hit my desk with a loud thud which echoed throughout the room. I growled in annoyance, as my patience was already wearing thin. I was pissed off. Fuck, since my return home I had been been met with nothing but trouble. Every time I thought I was getting somewhere, a lot of inconveniences pulled me back into reality. This job could be so fucking frustrating at times.

"Cara, get the fuck in here!" I yelled, not bothering to look up from my desk. It was littered with documents, my special knife and glasses of alcohol. My muscles were stiff and every little thing seemed to get to me.

"Yes, Don," Cara said while walking into my office. Her face held a soft smile.

I looked up and sighed. "I apologize for yelling at you. But can you call a meeting?" I said as I rubbed my face in agitation.

She tucked in a stray lock of blond hair behind her ear and bit her lip. "What time would you like the meeting to be?" She herself knew my demands were sometimes impossible.

"In an hour's