Chapter 207

Mason’s POV

Nathan scribbles his signature so fast I’m surprised the paper doesn’t catch fire. Each pen stroke is aggressive, short, filled with the kind of fury only a delayed deal and a missed personal deadline can summon.

“These were meant to be here yesterday,” he mutters, flipping the next page like it’s personally offended him. “People wonder why expansion plans get delayed—this is why. No one ever sticks to the fucking timeline.”

I lean back in the chair, watching him like I’m at a live performance. If he signs one more sheet with that much force, his wrist’s going to snap.

Across the room, Theo kicks his feet up onto the table, all lazy posture and smug grin. “Didn’t you say, and I quote, ‘Get the kitten stuff, do a little shopping, then head home’? Sounds like your words.”