When Devan opened his mouth again, Epraim covered Sonia's ear.
"Enough with the chatter. Don't touch her again and don't even try to speak with her during the duration of the event."
"Tsk, who are you to say that bastard," he said as he tried to stretch his toes.
"Epraim Desmond, remember my name," he said before uncovering her ear and guiding her out of the corner.
As their figures faded, Devan scowled. His back and toes hurting like hell.
As Devan wondered when did Sonia become that strong, Epraim's name rang on his head.
"Fuck!" he cursed when remembered what his father told him.
The partner his father was talking about for their business venture abroad, if he recalled it right, it has to do with a Desmond.
With Epraim's accent, high-end clothing, and attitude it could be him.