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, followed

with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy

him was Callum, tall, slender, with an air of

what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?"

behavior had already set him on

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an appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with

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

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

just thrown Hertha and

shocked glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly

menacing gaze shifted to

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