"What are we going to do?" Sandro asked after the call ended abruptly.
He walked to one of the guest seats and sat down, his gaze focused solely on Ewan, who appeared lost in deep thought.
"What are we going to do? We don't dance to his tune, that's what we're going to do."
Sandro turned suddenly, a look of surprise flashing across his features—and Ewan's—when Zane stepped into the office, hands tucked into his front pockets.
Ewan opened his mouth to speak, to argue, then shut it again, conceding the point almost flaring off his tongue. Zane would only do what Zane wanted to do.
However, Sandro wasn't wired that way.
"Zane, what are you doing here? I clearly overheard Ewan asking you to pick gifts for the children…"
