9

I cleared my throat. He turned, arms crossed, and not a glimmer of his usual humor in his eyes. He was seriously pissed.

I started to speak, and he held up his hand, stopping me.

“Why did you hire me?”

I sat down at my desk with a sigh. “Because you’re my best friend, and I trust you.”

“You trust me?”

“Totally. There’s no question about it. You and Maddox are family to me.”

“You let Maddox handle all your finances. Millions of dollars. You listen to what he says. No questions asked.”

“Of course I do. He knows what he’s talking about.”

He stormed toward me, stopping in front of my desk. He leaned on the thick wood, hands balled into fists. “And I fucking don’t?”

“I never said that.”

He tossed a white envelope on my desk.

“What’s that?”

“My resignation.”

I was horrified, and I pushed the envelope back his way. “I’m not accepting it. Aiden, all I did was go for coffee.”

“You deliberately didn’t tell me where you were going this morning. You didn’t trust me with that information. I’m supp