Chapter 38

Arthur POV

My phone buzzed right in the middle of the meeting and i was glad that i had a distraction to help me out of my way, my eyes darted to the screen where the pop up message stayed.

Great Job

I read the text from my phone, surprisingly it was from Robert. I could read the sarcasm.

“...margin will grow-” my eyes drifted back to the man in front of me, even in his neatly tailroed suit i could tell that he was having a hard time trying to keep the smart words from coming though his mouth. I stared at the summary in front of me and then my eyes drifted back to my phone. Why was Robert texting me at this time? Why was he even texting me at all? And what did he mean by Great job?

At the end of the meeting i pushed out my chair and stood up from my seat, i had just fifteen minutes before i ran out of my social battery with these guys.

“Mr. King!” i turned in the direction of the man who yelled out my name, it was Donovan, i would never forget that italian accent that swerved its way