Fifty Eight

Asher’s POV

There was a pause, then a shuffling sound on the other end. “Mr. Campbell, I…” he started but I cut him off, knowing he was just going to give an excuse now. One of the things I hated most was someone slacking off and then giving excuses to be rid of that. I just couldn't stand it at all.

"No, Alex. No excuses. How could you miss something like this?" My voice was a low growl, a thin veil over my rising panic, and anger, because boy, I was really angry. I was paying him, wasn't I? Good a ridiculous amount of money at that and he didn't think he needed to deliver?

"I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea she left the country. There must have been some kind of miscommunication. I'll look into it immediately," Alex's voice was apologetic, but it did nothing to cool the heat in my veins. I could almost feel my blood boiling over, but I tried not to show it too much.

I was in a public place after all, and I didn’t want to be caught unaware by some lurking paparazzi. “Just fix this.”