The Damage Could Have Been Irreversible

"Thank you, Mr. Ingvarsson," Liam looked at Einar, stretching his lips into a forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He found it difficult to be friendly with anyone today; his mood was dark and heavy, still tainted with the hectic morning he had up until this very moment.

Einar stood silent and somewhat solemn, his sharp blue eyes fixed firmly on the man sitting behind the desk.

Right now, The two men were in Liam's office at the Diamond Group's headquarters, and the tension between them could start a fire if a single spark was to make its way inside the space.

And the reason for that was quite obvious.

Liam had rushed to the office as soon as he woke up this morning, his mind reeling from the shock of waking up next to Vanessa, who was still fast asleep, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist.

He had been so horrified, so wracked with guilt and confusion, that he hadn't known what to do with himself.