Grumbling, Lorenzo snatched up the damn phone, tempted to smash it but putting it to his ear instead. "Amelia," he said, his voice edged with warning—sharp enough to make his assistant tread carefully.
Amelia's heart skipped a beat. She had worked under Lorenzo Grey long enough to know when he was in a foul mood, and right now, she had no idea what, or who had pissed him off.
"Are you going to speak, or did you call just to hear me breathe?" he snapped, his patience wearing thin.
"I—I'm sorry, sir," Amelia stammered, immediately straightening up. There was no room for error when Lorenzo was in this mood, so she quickly got to the point. "Miss Ashley called. She wants to see you."
Lorenzo froze.
His brows shot up as his grip tightened around the phone. "What did you just say?" he asked, not sure he had heard correctly.
Amelia repeated herself with a racing heart.
