DA Group President's Office.
"Sir, Mr. Curitis Bernard is here to see you again..."
"Let him go."
"Understood, sir."
Half an hour later, Alexander's internal phone rang again.
"Sir, he said... he said if you don't meet with him, he'll force his way in..." the receptionist hesitated, clearly uncomfortable.
"Let him in," Alexander said, hanging up with a narrowed gaze.
Persistent, isn't he?
Every day, right on time, Curitis came looking for him. At that dinner, he had only wanted to test the waters, but now it seemed he had underestimated Phoebe's charm.
Curitis, this proud artist, had lowered himself multiple times just for her. He had once refused to sell his painting "Tears" for a hundred million euros, yet now, he was willing to trade it for a woman.
The door swung open.
Cur
