“What did you say to him?” He sighed as if I was some petulant child. “I explained that if he truly understood how much your new enterprise meant to you, he’d make himself less of a priority.” My blood ran ice cold and steaming hot at the same time, and I swear my vision blurred. I wanted to punch the ever-loving shit outta something. “You’re lucky this conversation is over the phone and I’m not standing in front of you,” I said, my voice low and seething. “Bryce—” “You don’t get to make decisions for me! You had no right!” I thumped my hand down on the table and tried to speak more calmly.
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