George POV
"You're heading home so soon?" Nathan rapped lightly on my office door. His voice cut through the quiet evening. The clock showed a mere eight o'clock, and I was already packed up. Ready to call it a day.
"Yeah, any problem?" I retorted, eyeing Nathan who had a tendency to pry like those noisy relatives. Despite being my best friend, sometimes I really wanted to punch him in the face. I slid the files back into their drawer with a touch more force than necessary.
"Never seen you bolt before 11. Something special today?" Nathan's mischievous wink accompanied his words as he toyed with the paperweight on my desk. Irritation swelled within me. I promptly halted its swirling with an almost aggressive hand.
"I own this damn company; this place is mine. I'll leave when I please. W
