Chapter 120: Down in The Ditch

NATHAN

"We're sinking, Nathan. More and more into debt. We can't continue like this or we'd lose everything."

She'd dyed her hair. No, not even that. She'd fucking cut her hair.

Who the hell had told her she looked better with short hair?

Her hair had been everything. And she'd gone and cut it.

And fuck! The tight dress she'd been wearing. Did four years really do that to a person?

She'd been wearing a tight black dress that came down to her ankles, and those fucking stilettoes, man.

I let out a tight breath as I felt myself going ha —

"Are you even listening to me, Carver? I said we're fucking losing investors!"

Fuck Daniel and his ranting.

I rubbed my hand down my face, almost getting frustrated with him. "You need to calm down, Daniel. We've amassed resources over the years and there are plenty of other solutions to this little 'crisis'."

Now why the fuck did he have to go and cut off my… what was it called again?

"Listen to me, Nathan. We have to sell out a couple