Vince nodded his head. “Yes, Ms. Wyatt, but disturbing the president for this is out of character. It's better to apologize to him.” Eris' teeth gritted, and she was about to lash out at Vince. For some reason, Eris hated Vince, and Perseus could see it.So, he placed his hand on her shoulder, stopping the words from leaving her lips. “Mr. Damon…”“What has she done to apologize?” Perseus demanded. “Is that the way you run this company?” Vince shook his head, stunned that Perseus was supporting her. "No, sir, but Ms. Wyatt is..."“No buts!” Perseus didn't realize that he was raising his voice. “Ms. Wyatt is my friend, and I wouldn't tolerate it if you spoke to her in that manner!” Vince stared at Perseus. 'I was only trying to leave a good impression by caring about your time,’ he murmured to himself. "Yes, sir, it wouldn't happen again.” Vince didn't try to argue, but in return, he glared at Eris.Vince was in his early thirties, with a tattoo of a rabbit on the back of his hand
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