(Maximo’s POV)
This was bad.
This was really bad.
I couldn’t help but berate myself for almost letting my attraction to the girl get in the way of my sound judgment like that and as I angrily charged through the corridors to my office, I could sense my men avoiding me like the plague.
I guess after so many years of working with me, they had learned to stay clear of me whenever I seemed troubled or angry. They were smart to keep their distance; my temper was not to be taken lightly, especially in moments like these.
Even I was aware of this.
I entered my office, squinting at the bright light that greeted me. The maids must have left them on after cleaning, knowing very well that I was sensitive to light.
I quickly dimmed them, feeling my anger start to rise again.
My first instin
