Alex’s pov
“What do you mean he wants sixty percent?” Damian’s voice cracked across my office like a whip. He was pacing in front of my desk, his tie already loosened, his expression halfway between disbelief and amusement.
I didn’t look up. The ice in my glass had melted into water but I kept swirling it anyway, watching the slow rotation of what was left of my patience.
“Exactly what I said. He wants majority control, sixty percent of my company in exchange for the merger.”
Damian let out a low whistle, dropped into the chair opposite me, and said, “That takes some serious nerve.
“It takes arrogance,” I muttered. “Pure, polished arrogance.”
He smirked. “And yet you’re here stewing instead of ripping the contract apart. That means he got under your skin.”
“He gets under everyone’s
