Kayla's POV

I turned my head along with Harrison's gaze and caught a glimpse of Donald Rufus striding towards us, his smug expression on full display. I immediately averted my eyes and let out a cold snort.

"Mr. Rufus."

Harrison's voice was devoid of warmth, but his furrowed brow betrayed his disdain for Donald.

"I believe we haven't reached a level of familiarity where we can address each other by name."

Perhaps with the backing of some newfound influence, Donald's audacity had evidently ...