She Makes Me Lose Control

ROMAN'S POV

The glowing digital numbers on my heavy mahogany desk clock shifted to read exactly 9:20 AM. I stared hard at the red digits. My jaw locked in a vice of tension. My knuckles turned white where my hands gripped the sleek leather armrests of my chair. My assistant was late. I demanded punctuality above all else in my building. Cora Brooks was supposed to be sitting at her assigned desk