Oliver's POV

The door to my office flew open, and the angry Ivory marched towards my desk with a stack of files in her hands. She looked pissed, and I knew she was about to tell me why, even though I was not interested.

"Well, come in." I ushered dramatically since she didn't do the courtesy of knocking. "And it is nice to see you, Mom."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She exploded, and her high-pitched voice made my head ring.

"I am not a magician; I will not know unless you tell me."

"Do not play coy with me, boy. The finance team returned with their annual...