Adrian Locke was the first to shatter the tense quiet. He leaned back in his chair, releasing an exaggerated breath as though suddenly amused. His gaze traveled lazily over Dante Virelli, from his shoes to his face, disdain settling openly on his features.
“So this man is the reason why you keep refusing me? A Nobody like him? ” Adrian “Unemployed too?”
A grin tugged at his lips, sharp with mock charity. “Lucky for him, my company is expanding. We’re always short on guards. With his physique, he’d fit right in. I’ll even offer six thousand a month.” He chuckled. “That’s only because he’s connected to you.”
Muted laughter rippled from the Locke side of the table. Raymond Locke looked pleased, nodding approvingly, while Margaret Locke smiled as if Dante should already be bowing in thanks.
