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JAXON

"What the fuck do you mean by you can't find the files?" I barked into the phone, my thunderous voice dripping with fury. I tucked my hand into the pocket of my slacks, maintaining a rigid stance as I stared straight ahead, clenching the phone tightly in my grip with a deep frown resting upon my face.

"Sir__"

"I don't care how you are going to do it. If you are going to turn the whole building upside down to find the fucking file, do it because if you don't, I will be sending your head on a platter as a souvenir to your fucking family,"

"Understood?" I demanded, my threats earning me a round of shaky silence from him.

"Ye..yes, sir." He stammered.

"Now, get the fuck off my phone and get to work!" I bellowed, hanging up on him. I groaned out in frustration, raking my hands through my hair. I tucked my phone in my pocket, the soft clicking of heels behind me piquing my attention.

I spun around, sharply and my breath got caught in my throat at the sight of her descending the stair