Grace’s POV
The nerd guy nodded his head violently and I could hear Damiano’s voice booming through the phone. He hung up the call and turned to me.
“This way ma’am,” He gestured towards the end of the floor. Ok, now he is polite. I followed him to Damiano’s office; he opened the door for me. The first thing that came in front of my eyes was a huge window and the color of the room. It is so dark, the matte grey color really did suit Damiano’s personality but it gave me a very weird vibe. Does he have to always brood in darkness? My eyes found Damiano standing up from his chair and rushing towards me. His face was blank but his eyes were depicting another story. Why is he angry? I am the one who is supposed to be angry. I kept on staring at him, both of us denied speaking the first word.
