Evander's POV
I rolled my eyes instantly and shoved Damian back with a firm hand. "Don't," I snapped, my voice colder than ice.
Damian's expression shifted, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second before it returned, more forced than before. "Come now, Evander," he said, feigning hurt. "I have been waiting for you for so long."
I narrowed my eyes, my patience wearing thin. "Cut the act, Damian," I said, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. "You are wasting my time."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Claire shift uncomfortably, her gaze flickering between Damian and me. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing my focus, but I tried to stop myself as best as I could.
"Um… Mr. Strome," Claire spoke up, breaking the tense silence. She glanced down at her watch and pronounced. "If I may, then can I please read the contract at home and then sign it? I can't focus on it here in such a chaotic atmosphere."
