I stormed out of my office, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. The urgency of Patrick's text had pushed me to the edge, and I was determined to find out why he needed to see me so badly.
I drove to the Hamilton Hotel, my mind racing with possibilities. As I arrived, I handed over the car keys to the valet, my mood not improving as I stepped out of the car. The hotel's grand entrance mocked my irritation with its polished elegance.
I made my way to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. The ride-up was brief, but it gave me a moment to calm my nerves. The VIP room three was where I needed to go, and as I reached the door, I took a deep breath to steady myself.
I slid the door open and stepped inside, my eyes immediately landing on Patrick. He was sitting there with an infuriating smirk on his face as if he were thoroughly enjoying the fact that he had managed to get under my skin.
