Chapter Seventeen

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JPOV

Angela was just leaving her desk when I stepped out of my office.

Approaching the door to the conference room, I saw Peter near the windows, speaking in a heated whisper into his phone.

While I couldn't overhear what was being said, I didn't miss the storm brewing behind the glasses.

Seeing us, he quickly ended the call and brushed past us to enter the room.

He'd recomposed himself by the time I reached the storyboards, but I didn't miss the tense tightening of his jaw.

Something had him worked up, and I had a sinking feeling it involved me.


yeah - uhm - hmmmmmm