David’s POV.

The speed with which I burst out of my car when my driver moves into the garage startles Irene.

“Good evening…sir.” She stutters while greeting me but I don’t speak rather I nod. She moves past me to the car where she gathers my Jacket and briefcase.

I storm into the foyer and see Andrei waiting patiently for me. The look on his face doesn’t calm my heart though.

“Where is he?” I bite out, striding into his space.

“Good evening, boss.” He first greets me, even though that’s not the first thing I want to hear. Then. “He’s waiting in the living room.”

I nod and pad...