Dante's POV

Monday rolled around the corner and I was in my office.

Sunday was busy and I didn't get a wink of sleep. I had really let myself go. I had stubbles on my beard and my hair had grown unkept.

I got a well-deserved haircut and shave. I needed to look perfect.

I sat impatiently in my office. Erica had told me that she was coming by 9 a.m. I had come an entire hour early and now I was stuck looking frantically at my watch.

The minutes seemed to pass by slowly. I felt anxiety rise inside of me. It was soul-crushing. I could barely take it....