CHERYL POV
"F...lo...yd Indus–" Kendra stuttered but came to a stop when Damien pinned her with a look so dark it will rival the devil's. Personally, I felt shivers skirting down my spine.
His eyes narrowed to slits and his hands furled into big balls of fury. "What. Did. You. Just. Say," he ground out from tightly clenched teeth.
My heartbeat stopped. No, no... any company but Floyd Industries, our biggest competitor and Damien arch enemy for reasons known to him.
"It's my fault, Mr. Heron," I butted in and sporadically mentally slapped myself. What the hell am I doing?
Rest in peace, Cheryl Chastain.
His enraged glare cuts in my direction and pinned me to a place with its intensity. After a few minutes, the inferno in his eyes dimmed to a little fire.
"What do you
