Because Donovan wasn't sure whether Alaric was genuinely angry or just throwing a fit.

Who actually enjoys arguing?

If that wasn't sarcasm, then what was it?

Great, Hertha's snide remarks earlier had definitely offended Alaric.

"Mr. Falconer, actually..." Donovan began, trying to apologize and fix the mess Hertha had made.

Alaric was losing patience: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Donovan was taken aback by Alaric's sharp glare and stammered, "Yes, yes, I'll head back to my office right away..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Donovan turned to leave.

"Hey, is there a meeting going on here? How come I wasn't invited?"

as Donovan took a few steps, a towering man

burly man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp

behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with

company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite Donovan's outward veneer of warmth, politeness, and composure, inside, he was

unpredictable behavior had already set him

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an appearance, Donovan felt utterly

design from last time, our company didn't say we weren't interested, just that we needed time to think. But you went ahead and sold the design to someone else while we were deciding. That's not playing fair," Reginald said, his

knees buckled, and he stammered, "Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They found the client, I just... signed

thrown Hertha and Thalassa under the bus

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances,

gaze

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