DALTON'S POV-“Son, this is enough!” Harrison growled, slamming the CEO’s office door with a loud bang.Jolting up in my executive chair with fright, I slurped the drool from the corner of my mouth and rubbed my sleepy eyes. I felt like a ton of bricks were sitting on my chest and waves of nausea hit me.“Dad, is that you?” I thought I heard him. My damn head hurt, and I swear, if it was anybody else, I’d fucking kill them.A second slam was on my desk and a hard, burning slap registered on my left jaw, twisting it. My eyes shot out of my sockets. The anger roiling in my veins simmered when I gaped at the angry man with nostrils flaring at me. Coiling one fist, I brought up my hand to my chin, flexing the stinging tendons.“Look at this mess!” Dad flashed a hand across the desk, referring to the six empty whiskey bottles I chugged last night that were turned down on loose, scattered documents. “You have reports on the floor in this smelly skunk of an office.” He sniffed the air and wr
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