With his arm around Aurora Sterling, Damien Valerius took a few steps into the room. He didn't sit down right away, but stood by the table, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present.
Only then did Marcus Marsh stand up, walking enthusiastically over to Damien Valerius. "Well, well, if it isn't my dear nephew. You're late! That calls for a penalty drink!"
The executives froze. They were all well aware of how arrogant and domineering Marcus Marsh was. He'd badmouthed Damien Valerius plenty in private, but they never imagined he would dare to call him "nephew" to his face, in front of everyone.
