One Hundred and Fourteen

Asher’s POV

As I sat behind the mahogany desk that anchored my office, the last person I expected to waltz through the door was Gary. This man was just always showing up where he was not wanted.

Although, my secretary had called to let me know he was coming, but still…

I eyed him warily, my guard up, wondering what he was doing here again this time. “What do you want, Gary,” I said, my voice sounding bored.

“I came here to talk, and it’s important,” he said, shrugging.

What the hell? Was he here to talk about what he and I had agreed to do, and back out? Was he here to say he couldn’t put May on the account anymore, because if he thought for once that I wouldn’t pull him out entirely, then he had another thing going.

I was not going to let him do that without a fight. He had probably thought that there was nothing I could do about him being on the account now.

"Relax, Asher," Gary said with that sly grin of his, casually taking a seat opposite me. "I'm not here to stir up trouble. In