Damian Sterling paused for a moment, wishing she would ask him for things more smoothly; he'd prefer that.
"Alright, meet me at the entrance later. I'll take you out to eat."
"To eat?"
"What's the matter?"
"I..." Emma Hart struggled to find the words, looking for an excuse, but Damian had already grown impatient, "Cancel whatever it is, wait for me."
Buzz...
The call ended.
Emma stared at the now grayed-out name on her screen, reflecting on how Damian was consistently self-directed, hanging up without ensuring his message was fully understood.
Indeed, always the same...
Turning around, she saw Oliver Westmore waiting, showing no sign of impatience. Emma marveled at how two equally handsome men could be so different.
Damian's directive echoed in her ears.
