"Mr. Delaney, I’ll count to three. If you don’t strip, I’ll have them do it for you!"
I slid my hands into my pockets and met his gaze with an amused smirk.
"Alright, alright. I’ve played along long enough. I suppose it’s time to remind you all exactly who I am."
Gideon’s face twisted in rage. With a snarl, he rolled up his sleeves and lunged at me—
But before he could reach me, the doors to the conference room burst open.
Everyone, including Gideon, turned their heads in unison.
A young man, about my age, strode in with an air of arrogance, his every step demanding attention.
"Desmond," he drawled, his voice carrying an unmistakable confidence. "I heard you were asking about me?"
