Chapter 41

Harry’s pov

Why would he keep me waiting? Who the heck does he think he is? Picking up the glass from its stand and glancing at my wristwatch, I noticed it was already past the actual time. This I had done a million times in less than an hour.

I gulped the wine from the glass and dropped it almost forcefully, leaving a visible crack on it. I cursed myself subconsciously when I realized what I had done. "It wasn't my damn fault," I muttered, trying to clear my head. I felt really frustrated.

I was supposed to have received his call by now so I could send the driver to pick him up. All the reservations were in place, but he was about an hour late, and still no call. The urge to call him surged, but I restrained myself. Leonard Anderson was a cruel, ruthless billionaire who frowned upon being called, especially in situations like this.

I wouldn’t sabotage this long-standing effort for anything. It had taken me a lot to convince him that my company was the right fit for the job, so why wo