My hunch was right—Stephan wasn't doing anything useful regarding the security of my people. He had endangered everyone.
"Fuck!" I cursed, throwing a punch at the wall as a scream of rage escaped me. My knuckles throbbed as I hit the solid surface, but the pain was a dull whisper compared to the storm inside me. What the hell was I thinking when I gave him such a large responsibility? There were people far more qualified for the job, but I chose him. I let personal loyalty blind me. I only considered Stephan because his family had always been involved in work like this. The history between our families made me believe he would be capable. I didn't expect him to be so careless and incompetent. The lives of my men depended on how well he performed, how well he secured the mansion around the clock. Every mistake he made put them in harm's way. They trusted me with their safety, and I trusted him. Now, we were all paying the price for that misplaced faith.
