Jaxon
I hang up the phone with Max, my CFO. “Just hire whoever you think is best,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “We can’t afford to tank right now. Not with everything at stake.”
I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples. My head’s spinning with numbers, reports, and the shitshow that is my life. Just when I think I can catch a break, the door swings open, and my mother walks in, wearing that look. You know the one.
“Hey, Mom.” I manage a tight smile.
“Jaxon,” she replies, voice bright, but her eyes have that calculating gleam. “How’s everything going?”
“Just peachy,” I mutter, barely making eye contact. “What were you doing getting dinner with Scarlett?”
She flops down in the chair opposite me, a small smile playing on her lips. “Oh, we were just catching up. You know ho
