A BILLIONAIRE'S MARRIAGE DEAL

"Mr Draven, you've got a board meeting by 1 p.m." A tall, blonde secretary said. Damon Draven, who had been sitting with his back towards her, turned and faced her."Oh got it, Lou," Damon said and went back to working on his laptop.Damon stared at his computer and typed away. Being a businessman who knew nothing, but business wealth, and riches, Damon had no friends. It was difficult to see him around people.Damon Draven was one of the richest billionaires in Brooklyn and one of the Top ten richest young men in the whole of America.The name Damon Draven brought people to their knees wherever they heard it, especially in the business world. At age 29, Damon was known as one of the toughest and strictest businessmen, and he was the youngest to receive the Business Man award of the year at age 25."Mr Damon, a Miss Betty is here to see you," Lou said as she peeped through his door and Damon looked up at her."Let her in." He said and Lou nodded.Betty strolled into the office, chewi

POV: THIRD PERSON. "There's only one way to find out if there really was foul play," Damon said and looked at his best friends. "The CCTV." Lucas dashed out of the office to the security office, while Lou ran around trying to prepare for an emergency press conference for Damon. Damon's heart was in the right place. Right, he didn't feel any sort of emotions towards Betty, but he never expected her to end up dead. Lou and Lucas entered the office at the same time, both siblings panting hard. "The CCTV files are gone. Everything was erased through a hacking activity from outside." Lucas said and Damon sat up and stared at him in shock. "But our security system is protected through a safety proxy network. Someone from outside can't hack us. Unless…" Damon said and exchanged looks with Lucas and Lou. "Unless they had help from someone on the inside," Lucas said and Damon collapsed. "Your gut thinking might just be right. Perhaps there is something to this case that we can't see."

In the tastefully furnished office of Damon, a heavy pall of uncertainty lingered. Damon, a successful entrepreneur, sat behind his grand mahogany desk. His once-confident demeanour had crumbled beneath the weight of a shocking accusation. He had been accused of a murder he claimed he did not commit, and the situation seemed to spiral out of control.Lucas, a close friend and confidant, sat across from Damon, a concerned furrow creasing his brow. Their conversation was private, a desperate search for answers in a labyrinth of suspicion."Lucas," Damon began with a tremor in his voice, his hands trembling as he gripped the edge of the table. "The police have just concluded their investigations. Betty's death has been ruled out as suicide. They say it looks suspicious and that it's most likely murder."Damon admitted with a tremor in his voice. His hands, once steady, now shook uncontrollably as he gripped the edge of the table. "Just yesterday I saw Betty and now she’s ... she's dead,