Zeke's POV

As I stepped into the office, my mind was still consumed with thoughts about Kamille.

Why the fuck could she just not understand my intentions?

I sat in the leather bound swivel chair which was supposed to give me comfort, but I felt no comfort.

“Excuse me Sir.” Mr Rogers called out. I gave him a cold glance. His eyes fluttered at my cold eyes but over the years he had toughened up and was able to withstand my temper and not cower like others.

Only a few could.

“We have just received new Intel on the lawyer's case.” He began and my ears perked up with interest...