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?"

a towering man walked in,

full beard, dressed in a

was Callum, tall, slender, with an air of

brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode

already set him on

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the Reed Group's crown prince making an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with three heavyweights in

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

Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They found

just thrown Hertha and

exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly

gaze shifted

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