"I am really sorry, Mr. Ingvarsson," Amelie offered the man an apologetic look to which Einar responded with his usual subtle smile.
It had been already several days since the incident in Amelie's office and the man's face was finally turning to its normal, handsome state. The bruises and scratches were healing nicely thanks to the hospital treatment fully paid for by persuasive Austin Hall on behalf of his boss, and only his left eyebrow still had a small white bandaid plastered across its curving shape to cover up the stitches that he received that day.
"To be fair," Eainr walked closer to Amelie and she immediately felt a strong smell of tobacco emanating from his clothes. She hated smokers but there was something unexpectedly soothing in the blend the man liked to smoke. Einar continued. "If Mr. Clark hadn't broken off the deal first, I would have done it myself instead. This whole thing… has turned into nothing but a mere mess. And I do not like to deal with messy people."
