Alessandro's POV

Before I could minimise the document page on my laptop's screen, my phone beeped with a call.

It was an email from one of my business partners. Matthew Bianchi.

I tapped on the email icon and read through.

It was his assistant messaging me instead.

~Mr DeMarco, my boss has decided to shift the date of meeting to today, 10AM. We kindly apologize for the inconvenience.~

I scoffed, slamming my phone on the desk as I brushed my fingers through my hair.

Funny enough. I was the one who needed the collaboration most.

So that gave him to effrontery to switch dates without my consent though.

That way,...