Chapter 1

Brock's POV "Sir, your sister is on line one for you," Melody mumbled while peeking her head into my office. She was a good assistant, don't get me wrong, but it made me fucking irate when she constantly tiptoed around me. It'd been this way ever since I hired her. The only reason I kept her around was because she was married and therefore didn't flirt with me like all the others had before her. "Just take a message, Mrs. Lane. I'm busy at the moment," I muttered, brushing off the phone call as I opened up a new spreadsheet and began plugging figures in everywhere necessary. "She said to tell you that it's urgent. She refuses to leave a message and wait for a callback," she replied, her face looking worried as she awaited my reply with bated breath. I was known to have an awful temper around the office when things didn't go my way - I could hear the women gossiping about it quietly under their breath whenever I left the room or they thought I was