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?"

few steps, a towering man walked in, followed by

man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy suit, exuding a rugged and

behind him was Callum, tall, slender, with an

panic-stricken, and blurted out, "Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode

had already

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Donovan felt utterly out of

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

stammered, "Well, Mr. Whitman, that was all Hertha

Hertha and Thalassa under the bus without

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing

gaze

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