The die is cast...

Meanwhile, Desmond only managed to hold his composure before Davis, he wouldn't want him to mock or laugh at him. He has his own pride and dignity to protect.

He wouldn't give him the chance to go back to the office that had taken him years of continuous planning to occupy— otherwise all previous efforts will be waste.

In a slow measured steps he walked to his car parked at the side of the building where the driver Bob was already waiting while glancing at his wrist anxiously. Upon their arrival, Desmond had instructed him to wait for him for a couple of minutes but— it's been two hours making him anxious by the seconds. 

The rumour of Davis' temperamental attitude is a well known secret in the elite circle, several stories has been weaved about it— reports of him beating up his staff when provoked, throwing things and destroying items.