Evander's POV
The next day at the office, just as I settled into my chair, Zaniel barged in with an exasperated look. "Boss! Please meet Mr. Storme— he has been blowing up my phone with calls!"
"Zaniel, I just walked in. Don't make my day worse by bringing up that flashy idiot." I growled.
I had zero interest in dealing with Damian Storme, a so-called superstar who lived for drama. He was constantly caught up in rumors with every woman he crossed paths with, and the last thing I wanted was to get dragged into his chaotic mess.
Zaniel sighed, rubbing his temples. "Boss, Mr. Storme said if you don't meet with him, he is going to do something that you really won't like."
I narrowed my eyes. Typical Damian—using every trick in the book to force my hand. I could see the toll it was taking on Zaniel, too. Damian must have really been hounding him to get my attention.
