~DESMOND~My head was throbbing so violently, I felt it'll explode in any minute. I didn’t know how exactly to react to the current problem. So I leaned back in my chair instead, clasped my hands, and took a slow breath. If Richard wanted a spectacle, I wasn’t going to give him one. Because that's all he really ever wanted.“Thank you for your honesty,” I said evenly, trying to maintain more professionality. “But I'll be clear. I’m not interested in relinquishing my position. Not anytime soon.”A few murmurs rippled across the table. Whether in support, I couldn't tell.Richard was quiet. Until he tilted his head, that familiar half-smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t say you were interested, Desmond. I said I was.”I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. “That position isn’t vacant, Senior Director,” I replied, keeping my professional tone. “And it won’t be.” Mr. Hargreaves cleared his throat. “Gentlemen, perhaps we should–”“With all due respect,” Richard cut in smoothly, “th
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