Liam's POV
Clairemont continued to be a nightmare. His latest tantrum concerned office renovations, yet he remained planted in his position like a stubborn weed. My patience had worn thin with this walking disaster. The audit was expanding its scope, dissecting years of financial records with surgical precision. Allen warned me this investigation could drag on indefinitely. Until then, I was stuck tolerating this insufferable fool.
The Fresh Foster contract consumed my entire day, confining me to my office like a prisoner. The deal was progressing smoothly, with clients expressing interest in expanding our partnership. However, their demands for extensive documentation kept Owen and me buried in paperwork. A business trip loomed on the horizon, but perhaps escaping this chaos would provide some relief.
