‘Wait, Mr. Maverick…’ Elina showed the box of donuts to the man through the slit. ‘I am here to bring you some donuts from Dookin-Dokes… I heard it is your favorite.’
‘Ooh, donuts, nice.’ The man grabbed the box from Elina and slammed the door.
A few moments later, the door was opened again. Damien Maverick walked out of the house with a fancy outfit of racer.
‘The f**k you do’in here?’ The man cursed at Elina, then he walked toward his car.
‘Mr. Maverick…Mr. Maverick! I am sincerely sorry about my reckless behavior for today. I come here to apologize.’
‘Go tell your boss that I am not going to join your company, and I am not interested in your lawsuits. Stop haunting me!’
‘Sir, this is all on me. I know you are mad at me, and I wish I can do something to make it up. Please think it
