Throughout the afternoon, Darcy and Micah had been arguing nonstop with each other without being able to reach a common ground.
Micah's chest rose and fell in quick bursts. His face flushed, his fists clenched tight at his sides. He was fuming, absolutely fuming. Darcy's calm attitude only poured oil onto the fire. No matter how Micah argued, the young man would not budge.
Darcy sat there, expression relaxed. "I don't want anything to do with Ramsy's family."
That was it. Micah exploded.
"You listen to me!" he shouted, his voice trembling with anger. "Even if you don't want to, you are part of the Ramsy family. Meaning there will always be people trying to use you, to target you. So just suck it up and join the company as an intern. Work your way up to a director at least! That way, you shut people's mouths and block their way to spread rumours about you."
