“I'm thinking we should go with Mr. Garry’s proposal,” I suggested, passing Damien the contract. “There are a lot of gaps.”
He picked up the document and flipped through it. “If you say so.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. “Excuse me, but I have to take this,” I said, gesturing for a moment of privacy. He nodded, relaxing back and skimming through the pages of the proposals I had given him.
“Ms. Katherine?” I answered, recognizing the caller.
“I sent you some houses yesterday, and I haven’t gotten a response from you yet,” she stated, her voice carrying a hint of impatience.
“I'm sorry for not reaching out to you,” I apologized, feeling a pang of guilt. “But I don’t like any of the apartments you showed me. It's either the kitchen is too small, the rooms aren’t we
