Yeah, Mr. V. She's not lookin' so good when she left. Nuh-uh... She really thought you were gonna fire her!"

Vince groaned inwardly at Raquel's report via a phone call while he was on speakerphone. He didn't expect that his mate would be THAT devastated over their failed meeting.

"I swear, V, if she gets into an accident because she's crying while driving, I'll kill you myself!" screamed a far-off female voice that could be heard in the background.

"Is that Diwa?" mumbled V from his imposing leather executive chair. He has now fully reclined so he can try to recover from his recent failure.

"You bet it is, Alpha!...