Damian's POV
Caspian chuckled. "Well, if you are not into me, just say so. No need to get harsh on me."
"Go to hell!" I yelled, grabbing my phone and tossing it onto the couch.
As I stormed toward the door, ready to kick my assistant and Caspian out of my life for at least the next five minutes, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Perfect timing!" Caspian said as it seemed the call didn't disconnect instead was on speaker now. "Maybe it's your executioner. Should we let them in, Mr. assistant?"
I inhaled deeply. "Shut up."
With a deep breath, I swung the door open, half-expecting Evander himself to be standing there with murder in his eyes. Instead, it was my dear sister in law, covered in a mask, cap, and goggles.
"Uh, Mr. Strome," she said timidly.
Caspian burst into laughter behind me. "Oh, Damian! It looks like your death has arrived."
