Bryan's POV

I slam my fist on the large desk in front of me as anger courses through me. It jerks the files up, making my pen fall off the desk. I am not really concerned about the pen or the file that is half-open because of the effect of my slamming, my attention is on the man in front of me.

"What the hell!" I grit in anger.

"I'm sorry, sir", he apologizes firmly, bending his head down.

"Sorry?" I scoff. "How is your sorry going to solve this shit? If you don't look for a solution to this problem, I will have no choice but to invite the...