Donald’s POV
I knew something was off the moment I stepped in.
Delmont was already seated at the far end of the boardroom table, a fresh cup of black coffee is placed in front of him. The room is too quiet. No board members, no assistant just him.
“You’re early,” I say.
“So are you,” he replied without looking up. “I told them to take their time.”
My chest palpitates a bit. “Why?”
“Because I wanted a few minutes with you,” he said, finally meeting my gaze. “One on one.”
I move towards my seat, cautiously and slowly. I pull back a seat and relax into it. “We could’ve scheduled that.”
“But then it wouldn’t be spontaneous,” he says scribbling something into a note. “And spontaneity reveals things.”
I stare at him confused.
He is seated at the end of the table. He’s fingers are
