otographic Evidence
Patterson's POV
I stood in the corner of the Community Guild's reception lounge, my phone pressed against my ear for what felt like the hundredth time. Oscar Dalton's voicemail greeting mocked me once again. Ten attempts at apologizing, and the bastard wouldn't even pick up.
All because I'd made a pass at his daughter without realizing who she was. But instead of understanding it was an honest mistake, Oscar decided to deliver some self-righteous speech about respecting women regardless of their connections. Then he had the audacity to tell me our decades-long friendship was finished.
My jaw clenched as fury coursed through my veins. This was all Adrian's fault. My pathetic excuse for a son had hired Dalton's precious daughter without bothering to inform me, and now I'd lost a valuable ally because of his incompetence. But Adrian would pay for this humiliation.
