Vincent's boots echoed across the marble flooring of the office, a steady rhythm of agitation that matched the storm brewing in his chest. One hand was buried deep in the pocket of his black slacks, but the other fisted and unfisted at his side, like a dam barely holding back an outburst.
His face was a canvas of fury. Brows drawn together in a tight knot, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked along its side. Every line on his face screamed impatience and frustration. His body trembled, not from cold, but from a barely restrained rage that curled its fingers around every nerve in his system.
The office door swung open a moment later, and Carter stepped in, his sharp business suit still perfectly tailored and pristine from the boardroom. A small frown creased his forehead the moment his eyes landed on Vincent. He looked around in slight confusion as if searching for another person before walking further inside.
