I forced the nausea down and smiled bitterly. "I've already given you ten years to make up for it, Mr. Sanchez. Isn't that enough?"
William opened his mouth to say something else, but the door swung open and someone walked in.
He reined in his expression instantly. The visitor was Piers Rodriguez, a key partner of Sanchez Group.
"Mr. Sanchez, your secretary wasn't at her desk, so I let myself in." Piers smiled politely.
William let out a low grunt through his nose. All he could do was press his curled index finger against his lips and bite down.
The argument with me had already drained him. He was teetering on the edge of an explosion.
Piers glanced at me and clearly assumed I was just a cleaner. He pulled a contract from his briefcase without a second thought.
"About the proposal from last time, Mr. Sanchez. We're very pleased with it. I came today specifically to sign."
He stepped forward with the contract, but William raised a hand and growled, "Stop."
Piers froze mid-step, a flicker of displeasure crossing his brow.
William recovered quickly. "I think the proposal could still be refined. Give me a moment to gather the team for a meeting."