Fang 5

Fang

“What the fuck are you doing back so soon?” I eyed my vice president as he swept into my office without knocking. Flopping down onto the chair opposite me with a sigh, he eyed me, a frown marring his face.

“I still live here right?”

As always, his tone bordered the line of insubordination.

Shaking my head, I went back to the papers on my desk. I had come back thinking the club would be in shambles, that all our business ventures would be lying in ruin, but I had been pleasantly surprised.

Not only had my womanising, borderline alcoholic vice president kept things afloat, he had actually turned a profit.

“I expected you to party some more…” Peering at him, I waited for him to laugh, to brush off his partying ways like he always did.

Hansel was a good man and great vice president, but the man liked to live on the wild side. He had since the moment his wife had left him. Gretal had been his entire world, and she had ripped his heart out.

At least that’s how I saw it. She had hur