I stared at the old man sitting across from me.
Chairman of Donovan Industries.
Before I could say anything else, the old man gestured to the man in the suit beside me.
He adjusted his glasses and gave me a polite nod.
"Allow me to introduce myself."
His voice was calm. "I'm Phil Paxton. I serve as Chairman Donovan's personal assistant."
He walked toward the end of the office, and grabbed a tony remote.
A thin projector screen slid down from the ceiling.
I blinked.
"…What?"
The screen flickered to life.
A photo appeared.
The man in the image looked familiar. Ohhh…I remember seeing him that night at the party.
He was huge, Sharp jaw. Messy dark hair and damn he had tatttos on on arm. Stretching feom his neck.
But what caught my attention the most were his eyes.
Cold grey eyes.
I glanced at the chairman.
Same color.
…Okay.
So that was clearly a family thing.
Phil continued speaking.
"This is Noel Donovan."
"The chairman's first grandson."
