#Chapter305
The Carrero Influence
~ The Dance ~
Jake shifted in his seat for the millionth time and tried once more to get his brain to focus on the laptop on the highly polished walnut surface. He just couldn’t keep himself on track lately.
The sound of a female clearing her throat startled him to look up and the impatient stance of Margo waving a piece of paper with a raised eyebrow suggested she had been talking to him while he was zoned out.
/"Sorry. What?/" He frowned and sighed heavily, pushing himself back into his molded leather chair and rolled up his shirt sleeves in agitation.
/"For God’s sake, Jacob. I’ve been here for three minutes talking at you. You need to just bloody well call her./" Margo’s stern tone did nothing to help his current mood, and he just shifted forward again to try to ignore that intent, chastising glare. He went to his laptop, ducking his head in an attempt to dodge her blue eyes and typed something aimlessly.
