Caleb's POV
"What the hell do you mean the wedding got moved up?" I slammed my palms against Griffin's desk, my teeth grinding together.
He didn't even flinch. "Exactly what I said, Caleb."
My fingers clawed at the polished wood surface. "I thought we had weeks to figure this out, not days. Just a few fucking days?"
"We decided there was no point in waiting around when you two already know each other."
"We?" I straightened up, fury burning in my chest. "Who exactly is 'we' in this equation?"
"Mr. Edison and myself, naturally."
"So you two made this call without consulting the people actually getting married? Do we get any say in our own lives, or are we just pieces on your chessboard?"
His expression remained stone cold. "Don't be so theatrical, Caleb. The decision is final."
"Theatrical." I pushed back from his desk with a bitter laugh. "Right. Give me Jessica's number."
One eyebrow arched upward. "Don't start any unnecessary drama."
