Amelia lowered her gaze.
"Mr. Johnson, could you leave for a moment? I need to speak with Mr. Mitchell alone."
Simon let out a cold chuckle. "Oh? And why can't the conversation happen while I'm here?"
Jonathan adjusted the documents in his hands. "It can, but only if you promise to stay quiet."
The warmth in Jonathan's demeanor disappeared instantly, replaced by a sharp, commanding aura.
Amelia paused briefly before saying, "Mr. Mitchell, let's talk outside."
Jonathan shot a glance at Simon. "That works for me."
Simon's expression darkened to the point of almost being tangible.
Finally, before Amelia could stand, Simon got to his feet.
At the door, he turned back and said coldly, "Eat something before you talk."
With that, he walked out, shutting the door be
