Monday morning, Oden faced a furious looking Devon and a triumphant Krystal opposite him in the meeting room with the ownership papers in front of them. The area was loaded with tension, but it was hard to miss the gloating face of Miss Bennett. She looked like a cat who ate all the cream, and got away with it.
“I am not signing the papers,” Devon growled between clenched teeth, like he was making an extra effort to speak.
Whatever Krystal had executed must have been a master mind for Devon looked like he was about to burst, his red face a comical indication that he was completely pissed off. Oden suppressed the urge to let out a candid laugh – it was good to see the man flustered for once.
“Are you sure?” Oden asked, no longer looking in Krystal’s direction for fear that he might los
