He was short and slim, impeccably dressed, and his blond hair swept back from a high forehead to reveal a classically handsome face—a face he kept fixed in an expression of utter neutrality. He wasn’t anything like Derek had imagined when King called that morning and told them to report to the conference room at one o’clock.
Blake went into a terrible state the moment they got the call. He hoped to get that extra day, that the help King had spoken of wouldn’t arrive so soon and they could keep pretending they didn’t have something huge to deal with. Derek, on the other hand, was more than ready to meet the man and get things settled between himself and Blake.
It was his turn to fear Blake would run.