CHAIRMAN'S ROOM
The atmosphere quickly changed its pace. The heavy aura of air gave chills to Kiel when the door closed. His gaze turned to the king size bed where Donovan was sitting, reading newspapers with his glasses on.
Kiel walked closer and bowed. "Greetings, Chairman Lowell."
Donovan's fingers halted halfway from turning the pages as he looked at the man from the Arnoux clan. One of his eyebrows lifted up. "What do you want?"
Kiel gulped and then his fist closed tight. The hard lump in his throat blocks his passageway of air. Even though Donovan is in human form, the tight and dominance aura was still around him at the head of the Lowell Clan.
That oozing intimidating pheromones of his emitted in the air.