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?"

took a few steps, a towering man walked

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

trailing behind him was Callum, tall, slender,

ask what brings Mr. Whitman to our humble abode today?" Despite Donovan's outward veneer of

unpredictable behavior had already set him

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appearance, Donovan felt utterly out of his depth with three heavyweights

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

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

had just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under the bus without

and Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd

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