IVAN’S POV

I tapped my pen on the table lightly while Henry's assistant explained the structure of the building we were collaborating on. It was supposed to be a refuge for abused women and children. Totally nonprofit at all. I was surprised Henry was willing to do this with me. He didn't seem like the type to do things like this but I knew better than to judge people by their appearance.

“I would like it if we tone down the exuberance a bit.” I inputted, leaning forward. “It's ...