Devon’s uncharacteristic outburst shocks the room. They stare at him amazed, wondering what his connections are with Mr Blackwell. Joe spares him no glance, but walks majestically to his lawyers side, and sits like a King in his throne. Joe’s snubs further infuriates Devon, and he stares at him like he wants to wrap his hands around his neck, his fist clenched tightly on the desk. After he settled down, Joe lifts a mocking eyes at Devon, addressing him cooly. “Do you have a problem with me, Mr Cross?” He poses in a low sarcasm, raising one brow at Devon. Devon’s looks a second from exploding as he takes in Joe arrogance. “I can’t believe you have the audacity to show your face,” Devon snarls. “Where is Kathleen?” He demands, looking toward the door for the petite frame of his ex-wife. At the mention of his sister’s name, Joe’s expression hardens. “You are dealing with me now, Mr Cross, and I suggest you sit down and let’s get this meeting over with. My time is costly, and you do no
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