Damien must know about her conversation last night. She could lie and blame it on Declan, but she didn’t. “Oh?”
“I know that you were checking out possible sponsors last night.”
Had she been set up? Had the man who approached her told Damien for some reason? Did her potential sponsor want her to be in a crappy position to negotiate? “I spoke to one man about making some art for him. Nothing was agreed upon.”
He smacked his hand on the desk, making her jump. “You know you can’t create art for anyone else while you are under contract with me.”
“That contract will be up this year. There is nothing in it that says I can’t lay the groundwork for that now.”
She’d read it again last night just to cover her butt. Damien shook his head. “I think you think that you are better than you are, Fiona. On your own? Mediocre. Maybe slightly better with my tutelage.”