The moment his phone buzzed, Adam didn't even glance at the caller ID.
He already knew it was Caiden, and he was right on schedule. He answered smoothly, leaning back in his chair, eyes trained on the skyline outside his office.
As expected, Sofia was furious with him for sending his elite security team. Most people craved his attention—clung to it like it was currency. But Sofia? She hurled it back at him like poison, as if the very idea of needing him offended her down to the bone.
God, she was magnificent.
"She's angry," Adam murmured, more to himself than to Caiden. "Good."
He ended the call and placed the phone down with deliberate ease, letting the silence settle around him. But there was nothing calm in his chest—just a pulse that beat a little faster than it should have.
He could see her now, clear as day. Sitting in that car, fuming. Arms crossed, jaw tight, probably glaring at the tinted windows like they personally offended her.
