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 few steps, a towering man walked in, followed

with a full beard, dressed in

Callum, tall, slender, with an air of refined

out, "Mr. Whitman, pleasure, pleasure to have you at our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite Donovan's outward

already set him

YOUR

EPIOPLAY

an appearance, Donovan felt

about that jewelry 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

all Hertha and

had just thrown Hertha and Thalassa

shocked glances, realizing they'd

menacing gaze

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