The Pull

Damien's POV

I was clearing my desk in readiness to retire to bed. Today has been very hectic.

From interviewing narcissists, to supermodels, to timid ladies, to very dull women

I didn't expect it to be so mentally draining. My three-man team, consisting of myself, Troy; my beta, Anita; my secretary, and I, were visibly tired from the interview.

We watched them from the camera and saw the way they behaved when they thought no one was watching them.

I shook my head at their fights and quarrels about who would be the mother of my heir.

I shook my head at their surprise when Carla called the first lady. They became composed.

During the interviews, some tried to be cocky and sound intelligent, while others tried to seduce me.

I sat in the inner office and listened to their responses to the questions. I was disappointed at their lack of shame, common sense, and decorum. One even had the guts to chew gum in the presence of Troy.

I was about to shut off my camera when a woman walked in. I th