Back at the suite where Summit Partners and NL Group were meeting, Derek aggressively grabbed Allen's hand for a handshake. "Thank you, Director King," he said, managing to reclaim the limelight. "I'm looking forward to working with you."
Allen's smile stiffened as he felt Derek's grip. Even when he tried to pull his hand away, Derek squeezed it harder, as if making a statement. When Derek finally let go, Allen cleared his throat, fighting the urge to react and hiding his irritation. Harvey, beside him, also shook their hands, a gesture of partnership.
"Anyway, we'll be taking our leave," Allen announced, turning as a sudden knock came at the door. All the men turned, watching someone walk in with a trolley tray of tea.
"Oh…" Justin frowned slightly. Not only was the tea delayed, but it was being delivered by someone else. Derek, on the other hand, clicked his tongue. His cousins merely raised their brows, noting the late arrival of the tea.
