NOLAN’S POV

The sounds of wrapping and loading shipments echoed through the warehouse as I stalked across the loading bay, my patience getting thinner by the second. My voice rang out, sharp and unforgiving.

"Get those crates secured properly, or I'll have your ass fired before you can blink!" I barked, watching as two workers scrambled to fix their mess. "If I see another damn shipment delayed because of incompetence, heads will roll."

My workers knew better than to test me when I was in this mood. A mood that I have been stuck on for a week. It’s been a week since the gala. A week since the fight...