A promise he'd fulfill

Adam's POV

My phone buzzed for the hundredth time that morning. It was barely eleven in the morning and after spending the first three hours of work stuck in my office appending signatures on certain charity donations, after the messy bit with Madeline and John two years ago, I'd made sure all payments connected to the company were appended by me.  

I didn't want to wake up to see half the money in my accounts gone due to some negligence of some sort.  

"And here are the designs," 

I looked up at the projected screen to see a couple of designs flipping on the screen. Here I was again, stuck in another meeting with my damned phone buzzing like crazy.  

Why had I taken it in the first place? I fished out the device from my chest pocket to see who kept sending the messages. I had taken the phone in for one reason only.