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Raven looked at the man before her, wondering if he had lost his mind. “I know what you are thinking, and no, I’m not out of my mind. You are not going anywhere,” Damon told her. Raven wondered why this man wanted her to stay, wasn’t he supposed to be with his wife or something? Just because he had no ring on his finger didn’t mean he was not married.“If I don't leave, I will lose my job,, and I nee,d, and I can’t afford to be jobless,” she told him. “We need to talk,” he said completely ignoring what she said. Damon walks to where she is and leads her to the couch and they both sit down.“What is your name?” Damon asked. “Raven,” she replied.“Last night was amazing and this morning was mind-blowing.” Damon pauses for a bit and what seems to be a smile appears on his face.Raven didn’t know how to reply to what Damon had asked her so she kept quiet.“I have a proposal for you,” Damon adds“I don’t do married man,” Raven quickly saysDamon looks at Raven with a smirk on his face. “I

Raven’s first day as Ethan’s assistant had been a disaster. He had her running around all day and she even skipped lunch because of the errands she had to run for Ethan. Ethan’s goal was to make sure he made his stepsister’s life a living hell and he seemed to be doing a good job at it.“Raven get me a cup of coffee”, Ethan said from the phone. Raven sighed in annoyance, this was the fifth time Ethan had asked for coffee, and the first time he threw it out claiming it was too cold even though it was just right.Raven got the coffee for her stepbrother and she hurried to his office. She didn’t want him screaming at her she had heard enough for the day. “Ethan,” Raven called out, “here’s your coffee,” she said. “Put it over there he said.”Raven turned her heels to leave but before she reached the door Ethan called for her. “How does it feel? It must be nice right!” Raven looked at her brother and said nothing. “It’s only the beginning and soon I will have you thrown out of this comp

Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders."So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal."Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it."Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."Kendrick launched into a detailed explanation of his plans, but Damon's mind began to wander. He was thinking about the potential profits, the ways he could manipulate Kendrick to get what he wanted.Just as Kendrick finished his pitch, Damon's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening."Excuse me for a moment," he said, standing up.He stepped out of the room, his right-hand man, Marcus, waiting for him in the hallway."What is it?" Damon asked, his voice low and even."It's the package, sir," Marcus repli

Raven ran out of the office building, not stopping until she was blocks away. She finally slowed down, gasping for air, and leaned against a lamp post. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to process what had just happened. Why did her father have to be so cruel? Why did he have to treat her like she was nothing? As she stood there, trying to catch her breath, her mind began to wander back to her childhood. She remembered the happy times, the times when her mother was still alive. Her mother had been a kind and gentle soul, with a heart full of love. She had always been there for Raven, supporting her and encouraging her to pursue her dreams. But after her mother's death, everything had changed. Her father had become colder, more distant. He had married Victoria, a woman who was more interested in his money than in being a good stepmother. Raven's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw a text from her best friend

Raven Kendrick's heels clicked against the polished marble floor as she walked through the sound echoed off the walls, a steady beat that matched the rhythm of her racing heart. She hated coming to her father's office and the feeling of being trapped in this sterile, soulless environment. As she turned a corner, Raven caught sight of the reception desk, where her father's assistant, Mrs. Jenkins, sat typing away on her computer. Mrs. Jenkins looked up and smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good morning, Raven," she said, her voice warm and friendly. Raven forced a smile onto her face, feeling like she was putting on a mask. "Good morning, Mrs. Jenkins," she replied, trying to sound cheerful. But as she walked past the reception desk and into the inner offices, Raven's smile faltered. She hated this place, hated the feeling of being under her father's thumb. She felt like a pawn in his game, a game she didn't even understand. Raven's father, Mr. Kendrick, was a powerful