Can't get enough(James POV)

I hate that I was forced into the office today.

Last night was the best night of my life, and instead of remaining tangled in Rosalind’s arms; I’m here in this stuffy conference room, going over date analysis with my team. Everything about being here feels wrong.

My tie is too tight around my neck. The sleeves of my button down are making my arms feel as if they’re trapped.

It’s infuriating.

“The FDA is pushing back against Red Pharmaceutical’s most recent trial drug, which gives us the advantage to market ours first as it’s made it through the first stage of approval,” a man whose name I cannot remember says, pushing his thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“How soon can we get the seal finalized?”

“I’d say by next week, we will have their seal of approval if nothing with the clinical trials changes,” the older doctor in charge of our most recent human trials answers my question.

“Perfect. And a breakdown of production cost vs consumer cost?”

I didn’t go to college for bu