“What do you want, Saint Manto?” Liam asked brusquely. “And if you aren’t already aware, that’s a very weird name.”
“I know that it doesn’t suit my character, Mr. Laurent.” The man spread out a hand in the air. “Please, may I speak to you privately?”
People were beginning to lean in, wanting to hear the juicy details of the gossip. The last thing Liam wanted was for his business to be out there, so he briefly nodded.
“Sure, we can talk privately.”
“Thank you, Mr. Laurent.”
Saint Manto led him upstairs to his executive office, his steps languid and careful, as if he were afraid gravity might push him down the stairs. Once inside the office, the coldness of the room wrapped around Liam like a second skin. He immediately cooled down, his body temperature adjusting to the chill. He r
