Maxwell Peary furrowed his brow, casually wedging his phone between his ear and shoulder. Reaching for his pants with his right hand, he swiftly put them on, then picked up his phone again.
"Send the list of medical and nutritional expenses to Mr. Rafael. Also, I demand that from now on, our shipments there are exempt from toll charges."
Every time goods were shipped, toll charges were a huge expense. Mr. Rafael had been pocketing all of it. This time, Maxwell not only intended to eliminate future tolls but also to make Rafael Diaz cough up everything he'd previously taken.
While speaking, Maxwell held up his pants with one hand, struggling to fasten his belt with the other.
Nia Mitchell wrapped herself in the blanket, only her large eyes visible, blinking rapidly. She watched Maxwell simultaneously talk on the phone and wrestle with his pants and belt.
"I can help you."
