Damian Fairchild had a meeting with a client at Ephemera House tonight, and it was pretty much wrapped up.
He was about to get up and leave, but he sat back down when Seraphina Quinn suddenly entered to promote their beverage service.
Under the interplay of light and shadow, he sat at the head of the private room.
He wore only a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing a long neck and the elegant curve of his jawline.
His legs were crossed, his posture refined and noble, yet he projected an unapproachable air that warned others to keep their distance.
He didn't say he wanted anything, nor did he forbid Seraphina Quinn from wheeling the beverage cart in, so she could only stand at the entrance of the room.
However, she hadn't given up on winning over Damian Fairchild as a customer.
"Mr. Fairchild, last time I had to part with something I loved and gave you my favorite pink diamond ring. You said you wanted to thank me then, but I was too naive to accept."
