Diana pushed past him into the office and walked over, settling down on the meeting table, which this time wasn't glass.
Stefanos's jaw ticked, his fists tightening by his sides.
His chest heaved with heavy breaths and he angrily stormed into the office after her, clearly more than pissed off.
Ian, who'd been close by, leaned off the wall he'd been against, hands tucked in the pockets of his pants. He stared at the white ceiling for a second, then slowly smirked.
"Calling him sweetheart was a bit unnecessary, though," he muttered, amused.
He left toward the door.
"What about Basti? Shouldn't he—"
He pushed the door open and stepped inside, his gaze falling on Varez, who looked rather distressed.
"Mr. Basti, do you hate being on time?" Varez asked, annoyed.
Ian shrugged. "Bad habit, I know. But I'm competent enough in my field to make up for it."
Varez couldn't argue with that. He just sighed and rubbed his temples before gesturing to one of the chairs.
