Ian sat at the head of the long conference table, surrounded by the department heads, each of them deep in discussion.
"Boss, what about the project?" one of them asked. "Do we proceed as planned, or…?"
"Yes," Ian replied, his tone firm. "It's an important project. Funnel whatever funds necessary into it."
Another employee chimed in, "And Mr. Varez, boss?"
"What about him?"
"He's called for a meeting with you regarding the partnership offer you made two weeks ago. Should we arrange it, or is there no longer any interest in the offer?"
"Hm…" Ian hummed.
He opened his mouth to respond, but the buzzing of his phone in his pocket made him pause. He pulled it out, already intending to ignore it—until he saw the collar ID 'My Doll'
His stomach knotted instantly. Something was wrong.
It'd only been an hour since he left her and for some reason, he'd had this bad feeling rubbing at his chest ever since.
Ian didn't hesitate to pick up.
"Hi, baby doll?"
