'Then what do you suggest?'
Trevon's tone was stiff, his fists clenched tight.
He was here now; was he supposed to just wait in the lobby all night?
Soren threw his hands up. 'I don't know either. I'm just sharing what I saw with my own eyes. Who knew you'd show up without a word?'
"Soren. " Trevon's voice was icy. "I just picked up a coal project, and I happen to need a manager. You'd be perfect. "
"No, no, no…" Soren pleaded desperately.
"Come on, don't be so mad. It's not like I won't help you. " Soren forced an ingratiating smile, uglier than a grimace.
"Why don't you sit for a bit? I'll have someone bring you some tea?" Soren was acting like an ancient maid, overly eager, like a completely different person.
Trevon scoffed, reaching for his phone to make a call.
"Don'
