Chapter 27

I hadn't bothered to knock as I burst into Charles's office a ball of unsolicited rage. In my journey from the sofa downstairs to the study, I'd hyped myself into a bit of a mood with the help of some pep-talk and solid scripted argument victories. My frustration had well in truly turned to rage at that point as I glared daggers at the man sat behind his desk with eyes that widened for a fraction of a second in surprise. I didn't even acknowledge the three other men that sat across from him. "Ugh, I'm sorry can we help you?" One of them asked, my eyes not leaving the target as I felt my nostrils flare. Once the surprise of my entrance had subsided, I could instantly tell from his expression that Charles was pissed. Likewise, mate. "No, but he can!" I seethed, placing my hands on my hips out of habit as I nodded towards Charles. I guess my observation skills really weren't as honed as I'd first thought, seeing as I had no idea Charles