"What in God's name do you mean by Betty committed suicide?" Damon asked and stood up immediately.
"I don't know, but we have to go," Lucas said and stood up as well. Damon hurriedly opened his wallet and dropped the money on the table and both of them walked out of the coffee shop.
Damon arrived at the office, just in time to see Betty's body being wheeled out of the office.
"What the fuck happened?" Damon asked and Lou stared at him.
"We've got another problem, Mr Damon," Lou said and Damon and Lucas stared at her.
Lou plays a voice note and Damon shuts his eyes in frustration. Betty had recorded their conversation, posted it online and committed suicide.
This was going to be a problem for Brenton Lavida. Especially with the contract from the Chinese company that was supposed to happen tomorrow.
"What do we do, Damon? The police are going to call you in for questioning." Lucas said and Damon sighed.
"I can't refuse their summons, it would only make me look more guilty. I wasn't the one that pushed Betty to her death, neither did I aid or gaslight her, I can't be punished for simply telling her that I do not want to be in a relationship with her." Damon said and Lucas nodded.
"Oh course that is understandable, but have you thought about what this scandal would do to the company's image?" Lucas asked and Damon collapsed in his reclining chair in absolute frustration.
"Mr Damon, the police are here. They'd like to have a word with you." Lou said and Damon sighed.
"Let them in," Damon said and Lou nodded.
Damon sat on his reclining chair and stared at both detectives who sat across him.
"Good afternoon, Mr Damon. I understand you've had a very rough day, but this is a protocol that we must follow." One of the detectives nodded.
"Understood. Go ahead and ask what you'd like to know?" Damon said.
The detectives looked at each other nervously and one of them brought out a book and pen.
"Well, first of all, I'd like to extend my condolences for the death of your friend." The female detective said and Damon glared at her.
"Betty and I didn't have that kind of relationship." He said, trying hard to control the rudeness that seemed obvious.
"What kind of relationship did you have with the deceased?" The male detective asked.
"It was a one-night stand we had some months ago," Damon said and the detective nodded and jotted it down.
"Did she blackmail you?" The female detective asked and Damon shook his head.
"She did show up at my office today unannounced and asked if we could make our relationship something a bit more serious. I clearly declined, and said that i was with her only for that night and she didn't say anything or argue at all." Damon said.
"Did she look depressed, or sad after you made your point clear?" The male Detective asked.
"No, she didn't look like she was sad. She mentioned something about seeing ourselves again and she walked out of my office. She definitely didn't look like she had planned to fall from the top of a building." Damon said and both detectives nodded.
"Well, I heard you haven't been in the building for about an hour? Where were you?" The female detective said and Lucas stood up.
"I'll answer that for you. Damon and I stepped out to get coffee." Lucas said.
"Why did he have to step out to get coffee? He could have just had his secretary get it for him." The female detective and Lucas scoffed.
"Are you new to Brooklyn?" Lucas asked and the female detective nodded.
"Understandable. Well, everyone knows that Damon always gets his coffee himself after a secretary of his poisoned him using coffee. It's some sort of safety measure since he can't do without his daily dose of coffee." Lucas said and the female detective gasped.
"Well, Mr Damon. I appreciate you for taking the time to answer our questions even though you're going through a traumatic period. We'll come to see you again if we have any more questions, is that okay with you?" The male detective said and Damon nodded.
"Sure. Anytime." Damon said and stood up to shake both the detectives, who walked out of the office after exchanging handshakes with Damon. Damon collapsed in his chair and stuck his hand in his hair.
"We are fucked, Damon. Big time." Lucas said with a sigh and Damon sighed.
"Lucas, something about Betty's death doesn't feel right. She had leverage over me since she recorded the voice note. Why release the voice note and go ahead to kill herself?" Damon asked and Lucas sighed.
"Maybe she wanted to destroy you and everything you stand for since she wasn't given the chance to be a gold digger. I know it's wrong to say bad things about the dead, but it is what it is." Lucas said and Damon sighed.
"Have our stock prices fallen? Major scandals like this tend to ruin a company's image." Damon said and Lou entered the office with an iPad in her hand.
"Fortunately, no. Our stock prices are currently at the same price in the stock market. But with the articles the press has been releasing and making the whole situation look like you're a murder suspect, it could be hitting the rocks soon." Lou said and Damon groaned in frustration.
"Has the Realton estate pulled out from the contract?" Damon asked and Lou shook her head.
"No, it seems like the contract would still push forward. However, we might need to have an emergency board meeting soon, to clarify and pacify the shareholders. Otherwise, it would be a major disaster." Lou said and Lucas groaned.
''Sis, you don't have to rub it in his face," Lucas said and Lou rolled her eyes.
"Listen, Damon, Lucas. We need to fix things fast, or else it could affect the company in a bad way. This is one of the reasons why I always tell you guys to be careful of the kind of girls you bring home or you do random one-night stands with. Now, you've gotten yourself into this mess with the police and the press. Good going, Damon." Lou said, dropping the honorifics.
Lou and Lucas were twins and had been Damon's only friends since he was little.
"First off, we should hold an emergency press conference. Call the PR team and see if you can contact some reporters." Lucas said and Lou nodded.
"I'll contact Legal. During the conference, you'll have to let them know that you're innocent of all the charges. And if any media house pushes outrageous stories, your legal team would take appropriate measures." Lucas said and Damon sighed.
"I can't hold a press conference not in this messy mental situation I'm in. I don't know, my gut feeling tells me something isn't right about this whole situation." Damon said and Lou looked at him with a frown.
"What do you mean?" Lou asked.
"Lou, you saw Betty when she walked out of my office. Did she look like someone so sad, sad enough to jump from the roof of a twenty-four-story building?" Damon asked and Lou held her chin, trying to see if she could remember something.
"No. She looked like she had just won the lottery. She was all smiles and she kept on chatting on her phone. Like she was chatting with someone. And I definitely saw her enter into the elevator to go to the first floor." Lou said and Damon sat up.
"Did you notice anything or anyone strange in the elevator when she entered?" Damon asked and Lou shook her head.
"No not really. A man was wearing a hood and nose mask, but we have people who come in here wearing that kind of stuff." Lou said and Damon sighed.
"There's only one way to find out if there really was foul play," Damon said and looked at his best friends.
"The CCTV."
The night air was thick and heavy as Damon and Sarah drove through the quiet city streets. The neon glow of the buildings reflected off the sleek black SUV, casting fleeting shadows across Damon’s tense features. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind racing through every contingency, every possible move their unseen enemies might take.Sarah sat beside him, her fingers brushing against his as she handed him a folder of updated intelligence. “This came from Elena,” she said softly. “Jordan traced new signals overnight. They’re active, Damon. They’re moving again.”He nodded, exhaling slowly. “I know. And they’re smarter than we anticipated. Whoever is orchestrating this has patience and reach.”Her hand found his again, this time resting firmly over his. “Then we’ll match them with patience and reach of our own.”Damon’s eyes softened for a moment. “Always,” he murmured, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.The safehouse was a high-rise facility on the outskirts of the city,
Night had settled over the city, but the lights of Draven Tech shone like a fortress against the darkness. Inside the penthouse, the team gathered around the monitors, their faces tense with concentration. Damon’s fingers drummed lightly on the desk, his jaw tight. The mole had made another move, and Elena’s security feeds had captured partial footage.“Look at this,” Elena said, her voice low. “The intruder has advanced clearance or knowledge. They know the system inside out. Whoever this is, they’ve been inside before, or they’ve studied the layout meticulously.”Damon leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Any recognizable features?”Elena shook her head. “Not yet. They wore a coat and gloves. Everything’s calculated to avoid detection.”Sarah placed a hand on Damon’s arm. “Could it be someone we already know? Someone internal?”“That’s what I fear,” Damon muttered. His eyes flicked to Maya, who stood silently, arms crossed. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a gleam in her eye
The morning was restless. The city outside the penthouse seemed oblivious to the storm that brewed within Draven Tech. Damon sat at his desk, hands clasped, eyes scanning the reports Elena had compiled overnight. The numbers, the activity logs, the minor discrepancies—they were all pieces of a puzzle that refused to align. Maya Sterling’s presence hung over everything like a shadow, her words from yesterday repeating in his mind. She had knowledge, leverage, and a confidence that made him wary, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility she might give them the edge they desperately needed.Sarah entered quietly, carrying a cup of coffee she had made just the way Damon liked. He didn’t look up at first, focused entirely on the data. When he finally lifted his gaze, his eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.“You’re early,” he said, his voice rough from sleep and tension.“I wanted to check on you,” she replied. Her tone was gentle, but underneath it was the firm
The morning broke with a pale gold light streaming through the wide windows of the penthouse. Sarah stirred before Damon, her cheek resting against the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a moment she lay still, letting the warmth of his skin seep into her and the rhythm of his heartbeat remind her that he was here, real and hers in a way she still struggled to believe.She shifted gently, trying not to wake him, and slid out of bed. Wrapping herself in one of his shirts, she padded across the room to the window. The city stretched out below, still shaking off its sleep, and Sarah allowed herself a small smile. Despite the chaos, despite the shadows that still lurked around them, she felt something she had not felt in months—hope.Behind her Damon stirred, his voice low and rough from sleep. “You’re up early.”Sarah turned and met his gaze. His hair was tousled, his eyes still heavy with sleep, but there was a softness there that made her chest tighten.“I couldn’t sleep,” she admi
The first light of dawn seeped slowly through the towering glass windows of the Draven Tech penthouse, casting long shadows that stretched across the war room. Damon Draven stood at the center, his sharp eyes fixed on the array of screens that flickered with endless streams of data. His jaw was set, his mind racing through possibilities and contingencies. The company he had built with his blood and sweat was under siege, but the siege was far from over.“Elena,” Damon called without turning, “what’s the status on the bait project? Any movement from the mole?”Elena’s fingers danced across the keyboard, eyes flicking between lines of code and monitoring dashboards. “We went live with the fake project as planned twenty-four hours ago. So far, the bait has been touched twice. Both times, attempts were made to download files — but our tracking software flagged each access immediately. We’re currently tracing the digital fingerprints left behind.”Lucas Adams stepped in, his expression gri
Chapter 99 – Shadows and RevelationsThe city was cloaked in a heavy silence that night, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the occasional flicker of neon signs. Inside the glass walls of the Draven Tech penthouse, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Damon sat at the sleek black conference table, eyes fixed on the digital map glowing on the screen before him.“We’re dealing with someone who knows our every move,” Damon said, voice low and tense. “The mole is not just stealing data — they’re sabotaging projects, feeding false information, and trying to fracture us from within.”Lucas leaned forward, fingers steepled. “Elena’s findings confirmed it. This is professional — more than just a disgruntled employee. The encrypted files hidden in Marco Liu’s work folder are designed to mislead us. Someone is framing him.”Sarah, standing beside Damon, clenched her fists. “So who else has the knowledge and access to pull this off?”Lou, who had just arrived from a security sweep