Chapter hundred forty

Ethan’s POV

But this time, it was very different.

I was the one who was going to do the talking, so if there was anyone in the room who ought to be intimidated, it was him.

"I got your invite." He said in his usual pompous manner. "Must say you're lucky I showed up on such short notice."

I scoffed as I sat down, "You'd have still shown up even if it was two hours ago I sent that notice." I said flatly. "Regardless, I'm glad that you came."

He frowned as he took a seat without me offering one. "What is this about?" He asked impiously.

"Drink? I have a bottle of Billionaire Vodka and two glasses ready. Do you smoke? Of course, you do." I offered as politely as I could, but somehow I still sounded rude.

"Cut it with the soft soap, Ethan." He said with an impatient hand gesture.

"Alright then." I sat up and lit a cigarette, not bothering to offer him one. "You know why I called this meeting. We're both very mature men but one thing we also have in common is that we are both unsu