Chapter 24
Grace/John Evans.
"I'm not allowed to have lunch with customers during my working hours Sir," I told him. I must avoid him and his questions at all costs.
"I'm an exception, now sit down." He ordered. If God could forgive the sin of one murder, he would be the number one on my list.
"I would still like to say no," I told him and stood up from the seat. His jaw clenched and he was glaring at me. If looks could kill I would have been buried six feet down.
"It's about your brother I want to talk about," Damon said in a calm tone and my brows furrowed. He wants to talk to me. . . about me? Gosh, now I have no choice but to listen to him.
I stood there for a bit looking at his calm posture. Biting my lip in frustration, I sat down again. Damon smirked and leaned back on his cha
