•AXEL•
"Malcolm," I chuckled into the phone, moving my fingers breezily on the mouse with my eyes fixated on the design on my screen.
"I could always give the project to another firm, you know?" There was a hint of arrogance in his tone. It made me scoff, leaning back into my seat.
"Are you threatening me?" I quirked a brow as though he could see me.
"And why would I do that?" he replied in a tone equally as confusing as mine was. But in his case, it was almost mocking.
"I just want us to talk over lunch. That's all I ask." He voiced out and I exhaled.
"Fine, we'll talk." I agreed.
"Now, there's a man willing to strike a deal." He said with amusement laced in his words.
"I will text you details," I said coldly and hung up on him, tossing my phone on the desk.
My shoulders slumped
