Chapter 31 Art Of Persuasion

“Sir…I-” She babbled, unsure of what to say. Her throat hitched as she swallowed. “Uhm, well I believe they demonstrate various types of beautiful art styles that would be very much appreciated by the audience you entertain here.” She stated, finding her confidence slowly but surely. He hummed, spinning around in his executive chair. On his table was a golden placard that read 'Donovan'. As he turned back around, she was given the chance to examine his face much better. He had hazel-coloured eyes, stubble, and an incredibly defined jaw. His hair was curly, reaching his shoulders probably, but was packed up into a man bun. He looked good.