"Walk away with nothing?"

"Who the hell do you think you are!"

He flung the shredded agreement into the air. Fragments drifted down like snow, scattering across the floor.

I watched his face darken to thunder as he closed in on me, every word bitten off.

"You want me to leave with nothing?"

"Not. A. Chance."

He opened his mouth to say more, but his phone exploded with notifications. Irritated, he glanced at the caller ID, jabbed the answer button, and bellowed into the receiver—

"What is it!"

Then—

I watched the color drain from Roger's face inch by inch until he was deathly pale, staring at me in disbelief.