Chapter 8: Behind The Call

(Stephen's POV)

I took two swigs of brown ale as I twirled my ergonomic 360° swivel chair with an unclear mood. Back to facing the transparent door, I watched Antonio as he opened the door with his swipe card and walked in briskly.

"How are you, Esteban? You sent for me," he said.

I scoffed at him and he stretched forth his hands as he swiftly snatched the bottle of ale from me. Defensively, he placed it on the table and as I leaned over the table to grab it, he threw my hands away as though I was a baby.

"Why?" I whined, pressing my lips into a thin line.

"How do you even manage not to get tipsy with everything you have been drinking. You have been taking too much lately and I can not risk people referring to you as one unserious CEO," he defended and it somewhat pissed me off.

"How could you take that away from me when you know that is what gives me inspiration?" I countered as I squinted my eyeballs, banging my fists on the table.

"Inspiration?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in sur