The man turned towards Phil, his eyes flashing with barely restrained anger. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair tousled as if he had been running his hands through it in frustration.
Before he could speak, Margaret did. "This is Phil..."
"I know that already," The man cut in, his gaze fixed on Phil, a mix of contempt and challenge in his eyes.
"Then, why were you causing a nuisance outside my office? Is there a problem?" Phil asked, his intimidating figure hovering around the man.
"Don't you dare say that? If you must know, you're the one causing a nuisance in my life," he said, and Phil chuckled, amused by the man's remark.
"How so?" he asked and the man eyed him before settling his gaze on Phil's face.
"Elena," he said and Phil frowned, a sense of unease settling in his stomach at the mention of her name.
"Come into my office," he said, gesturing to his office door.