❦ ͠͠. 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎

Long elegant steps were made until he stopped in front of the man's desk. What person doing business like this did not carry a pen? Fed up, he placed a pen on the letter and his hand on top of both, not allowing him to take it yet, purposely interrupting his focus. —

This time James did not get close to get them, but remained unmoved. "Of course it does. No sane businessman will accept your requirements unless you're going to meet them in the middle," he explained, glancing at his watch. "We're amenable to negotiations. The offer in your —

James abruptly halted, light blue eyes finding the man in front of him again. Did he just snap his 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 at him? His disbelief visible in the way he hesitated, the blonde slowly picked it back up and handed it over with a sharp look. He cursed himself for giving —

A soft wag of his head, followed by a quiet snort. "It 𝒊𝒔 that important. The deadline for the offer is this evening. We're expecting your call," he spoke and his attitude seemingly had nothing in common with the boyish behavior seconds ago. The heir put the envelope down —

James took his cap off and ran a hand through his dark blonde hair as an attempt to tame it, then put it back on. "Pretty bIoody decent? That's the nicest thing you've said since we met," he realized, narrowing his eyes as he grinned at Dee. They'd either enjoy their —