Spencer scrolled through the countless messages flooding his phone and let out a frustrated groan. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttered a curse under his breath before jabbing at his mother's contact yet again. The call rang twice before she declined it. Again.
"Unbelievable," he growled, resisting the urge to throw his phone across the room. Why was she like this? Why did his mother insist on repeatedly antagonizing Melanie? More importantly, why did she refuse to follow his carefully crafted plans?
He'd been clear—crystal clear—when he'd told her not to interfere with Melanie's Mentorship Program. Peter Berkus had already been furious with Melanie and was practically gift-wrapping himself to FineArt.
