Damian's POV

Damian sat in the mahogany furnished conference room. Sun rays spilled through the glass

windows, bouncing off the glossy table where Damian sat at the head of the table, his presence

commanding respect and silence in the room. The projector made a low humming sound,

casting figures, profit margins, growth charts and percentages across the screen.

The executives took turns to present, talking in voices taut with caution, knowing words they

spilled could either make or destroy their ...