Winn arched a brow, tugging off his sunglasses
"No, you are not." Winn breezed past Linda. His long strides ate up the marble-floored lobby, shoes striking hard with every step. By the time he hit the stairs, his irritation had shifted into something darker. He took them two at a time, his body moving with the energy of someone on the brink of explosion. "I swear to God, Joey!" he muttered under his breath.
He reached the executive floor, the familiar hush of wealth and power greeting him. Winn stormed straight for Joey's office, shoving the door open. Empty. The blinds were half-drawn, sunlight cutting across the desk. The absence of Joey's irritatingly calm face made Winn's blood thrum even louder.
Behind him, Linda was perched at her desk, her notepad trembling in her hand. She was willing herself to get swallowed by the ground, wishing the marble would open up and take her whole.
"Where the hell is Joey?" Winn demanded.
