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

a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit, exuding a

him was Callum, tall, slender, with

"Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our

unpredictable behavior had already

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Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with three heavyweights

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 intimidating gaze locking

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

just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under the bus without

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing

gaze shifted to

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