“No! no, Roger,” Xavier growled into the phone, pacing behind his massive glass desk like a panther ready to kill.

“You don’t walk into a seven-figure deal with your dick in your hands and fuck the entire thing sideways, then call me and tell me to be calm.”

He stopped in front of the window, glaring out over the skyline with his jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might break his own teeth.

“We gave them exactly what they wanted. I sat in that fucking meeting myself. I sold them on the pitch. I walked them through the numbers, the logistics, the projections. And now you’re telling me...