CHAPTER 58. I WANNA MAKE THIS WORK

RYDER

The cold wind of the night infiltrated the room through the window blinds. It was brushing through my hair, making my strands do a happy dance.

I was still in the meeting room, still seated at the round table but I was alone. The warlords have returned to the pack house for the night and Darius was taking care of the necessary calls to get the building going.

I flipped through the files Tiffany had sent a few hours ago. They were proposals from my top, human investors. In these files were the conditions I had to meet and how much they...