After a few minutes of waiting, Davis's phone dinged. Once, then again, and again until a flood of notifications spilled across the screen from multiple sources.
He slid his hand over the device, unlocking it with a swipe before tapping into his email.
One by one, he reviewed the incoming reports, eyes scanning each line with practiced ease.
As he absorbed the contents, his lips curled into a tight, knowing smirk.
"Just as expected," he murmured under his breath.
"Tricia Watts... you really are insufferable."
With a deep breath, he dialed a number. It connected on the first ring.
The faint sound of papers shuffling filtered through the speaker.
"Are you in the office?" Davis asked, voice composed.
"Yes. Certain matters required urgent attention," came Daniel's reply, businesslike as always.
"I want to ask... is the company losing business?" Davis asked, leaning back, his hand on the wall of the balcony as he watched the rising sun.
