Being despised by a thug!
Elara Don glared at Damon Hawke, "I came here, of course, because there's something up with the company. Duh!"
Ha!
A sharp retort!
Not yielding an inch!
Still, the previously pitiful, pleading look was quite endearing.
Damon Hawke chuckled softly, lowering his gaze to Elara Don's fresh face, "You're so diligent at work; does your boss know? You should definitely take credit."
He hadn't expected this woman to go to the flower base personally.
She was indeed quite dedicated to her job.
"Spare me! That man, who's as moody as a storm, utterly narcissistic, and with the poorest judgment of character, the farther away from him, the better."
Elara Don curled her lip in disdain.
Such an assessment!
The smile on Damon Hawke's face froze, "You really don't like him?"
Was her impression of him that bad?
"He's irrelevant, whether to like or dislike doesn't matter."
Irrelevant?
