"Mr. Quinn, let's talk."
I stepped forward and took the documents from his hands, holding them tight as I met his eyes. The pressure between us shifted instantly, the kind that came when two dominant presences refused to уступ their ground.
"What do you want to talk about?" Joe raised his eyebrows, his tone relaxed, almost careless.
That calm attitude irritated me more than anything. I forced myself to stay steady, swallowing the surge of emotion rising inside me. "It hasn't even been two months, and there's already a serious issue. Do you think I'm blind?"
"What are you getting at?" Joe leaned back slightly, a faint sneer forming. "Or are you trying to suggest I'm behind this?"
