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?"

as Donovan took a few steps, a towering

dressed in a sharp navy suit,

tall, slender, with an air

our company. May I ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble

behavior had already set him

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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 intimidating gaze locking

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

just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under the bus without

exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd

menacing gaze shifted

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