Chapter 17

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Pochet. But if you cannot agree to these terms then we wouldn't be able to do any business together. Thank you for your time. Goodbye."

Grant hung up the phone so hard he almost broke it. 

He rubbed his temples, anger very visible on his features. His hands were tightly folded into fists that he slammed on the desk, sending a few small objects flying.

How dare that little shrimp?!

Grant wanted to reach over through the phone and tear the man to pieces. Or maybe that was too harsh, maybe give him the thorough beating of his sorry life.

Well, that one has passed now. The idiot wouldn't dare show his face in Grant's company ever again.

"Mr. Houston?" A voice called from outside his door followed by three sharp taps on the wood. 

Grant recognized the voice as that of Lyla, his secretary. "Come in." He said. 

Lyla walked in. He glanced up at her briefly but at that moment was able to notice that she was