Ulterior Motives

~DONOVAN~

I shuffle through the stack of papers on my desk, frustration building with each document that isn't what I need. The Stevens contract should be here somewhere.

"Damn it," I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

Beatrice would know where everything is. My cousin might be a pain in my ass, but she has an uncanny ability to organize my chaos.

I check my watch—past six. The meeting with t