Damian’s POV“You’re up early,” she murmured, voice husky with sleep.“I have that lunch today,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “The investor from Portland. The one Louis has been obsessing over for a month.”“Oh, right,” she said, blowing on her coffee. “The server king.”I laug
Damian’s POVI got up and stripped out of my work clothes, stepping into the bathroom. The water from the shower was hot, almost scalding, but I welcomed it. It melted the tension in my shoulders, washed away the remnants of the boardroom, the bitter taste of the latest leak, the growing pressure I
Damian’s POVThe office had gone quiet hours ago, but I was still there, seated at my desk like a statue made of anxiety and caffeine. The screen in front of me glowed with a spreadsheet I had not updated in over an hour. My thoughts were a carousel, spinning between work, my grandfather’s sudden ou
Barrett smirked faintly, “Play nice, Charles.”I straightened my posture, letting calm authority coat my words. “Oil and real estate will always be part of our portfolio, but the future is diversifying. Artificial intelligence, green tech, cyber security—these aren’t fads. They’re revolutions. We’re
Damian’s POVThe click of my pen echoed in the quiet, sterile air of my office, a steady rhythm to match the chaos thrumming in my brain. My office looked like it belonged to a man in control—sleek lines, polished surfaces, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view that boasted dominance. But
Jayden caught my glance. “Go. I got this. We’re holding strong.”The other three cooks gave me confident nods, like soldiers watching their general walk into a parley. I handed off my ladle and dodged the wave of waiters filtering in and out like a bustling tide.Emma led me into the back office, wh