Silas's POV
He wasn't flirting with me or anything—he treats everyone like that.
A bitter smile appeared on my lips, and my face refused to hide my emotions.
Just then, I felt a grip on my hand, and before I could react, someone pulled me. I quickly turned around and saw Damon holding my hand.
"Mr. Damon?"
"Silas, come with me. We need to talk about something important."
Without waiting for my response, he started pulling me.
But before he could take another step, Jeren grabbed my other hand.
"Damon, what the hell do you think you're doing? Is this how you treat your company's artists? Let go of his hand right now."
"Yes, this is exactly how I treat them. And why don't you let go instead? Why are you even touching him? Don't you know he's much younger than you?"
Damon's words made it sound like Jeren was in the wrong, like he had some dirty thoughts about me.