I take in his formal black suit with a quick sweep. I can bet anything that he was wearing a grey suit in the morning before he politely fired me.
"You are Max?"
He eyes me calmly.
"Like I said, just call me Ryder."
"Max Ryder." I test the name. "Suits you."
"That's not a compliment, is it?"
"No, it's not, and I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Brent said-"
"I don't care what Brent said, Max. I'm not-"
He cuts me off.
"For God's sake, just call me Ryder. I'm not your boss anymore, so save the Mr for whoever will employ you next."
I roll my eyes.
"You can leave. I have things to do."
"Your husband instructed me to feed you. I'm in a good mood, so I'm planning on doing just that."
"You think I'm in the mood to look at your face for the next few hours?
"Something wrong wit
