CHAPTER 117

Alex

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“What the hell was wrong with you?” Uncle Niall’s voice skyrocketed, a pitch so high that it could shatter the multi-ring, gold-tone chandelier that hung from the high ceiling of his living room. “What were you thinking?”

Standing, my gaze was fixed on the black marble tiles flooring. My hands firmed by my side. “I’m sorry, sir. Once I return to San Francisco tomorrow, I will fix it.”

I’m not the kind of man to stand and let another berate me. But this time it was actually my fault. Realizing I had messed up the deal, I took a flight from San Francisco to Manhattan.

The day Benjamin brought that strong ginger alcohol, and instead of attending the meeting with the potential client Uncle Niall had set up, I went home to sleep.

“Do you know how long it took to set up that meeting?” Uncle Niall leaned back into the gray leather chair. “Have you ever tried to pacify an angry Chinese man?” He let out an exhale. He stretched his leg out, his feet a few inches away from the coffee