"Damien says he wants to talk about a work project, but he's gone all the way to our doorstep. Are you sure it's just business he wants to discuss? It sounds more like a threat, doesn't it?" I sneered.
"He insists on meeting you tonight and that if he doesn't… he'll call off your partnership and work with Mr. Martin instead," Ewan hesitantly said.
I understood Damien all too well. There was simply no way he would let Dexter off the hook after being forced to kneel and lose his pride.
"If Damien wants to wait, then let him wait. Just tell him that Dexter and I won't be going home tonight," I said angrily. "If he really doesn't want to leave, release the dogs on him."
Damien was scared of dogs. I'd heard from Aunty Lisa that he'd been bitten by a dog when he was a child.
Ewan grew silent. It was clear that he was exasperated now.
