A slightly tense atmosphere settled as Mason and Eleonor exchanged glances. "Well... of course," Mason cleared his throat, "But she could not describe it as professionally as you."
Damon's lips curled into a sly smile as he watched Mason squirm under his gaze. "Indeed," he replied smoothly, his tone laced with a hint of amusement. "Arabella and I had a rather enlightening conversation. It seems she has quite a knack for... negotiation."
Mason's jaw tightened at the implication, a flicker of unease passing over his features before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Of course," he replied, his voice strained. "Arabella has always been skilled in that regard."
"Where is she, by the way?" Damon insisted. "We negotiated yesterday, and I would like her presence to continue."
"Arabell
