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..."

his forehead, Donovan turned to

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Donovan took a few steps, a towering man walked in,

Reginald, a burly man with a full beard, dressed in a sharp navy

Callum, tall, slender,

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 today?" Despite Donovan's outward veneer

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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,

Whitman, that was all Hertha and Thalassa's doing. They

just thrown Hertha and Thalassa under

Thalassa exchanged shocked glances, realizing they'd been unexpectedly

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