“She hates me.”
Damian glanced at me, his eyebrows puckered. “Who?”
“Sydney.” I let out a sigh and sat back in my office chair.
“Why do you sound so bothered by that? You rejected her.”
Justin, my assistant, who was busy clicking away on his laptop, stopped to stare at me, waiting for my answer. I glowered at them both but reluctantly confessed, “I feel awful for hurting her.”
Justin stroked his chin. “Are you talking about the mate you rejected?”
I nodded.
“May I propose a solution?”