Chapter 48

Damon’s POV

The last couple of days had slipped past in a blur of numbers, calls, and endless frustration. I sat in the living room of my villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows pouring late-afternoon light across the mahogany table. My laptop glowed, stacked beside several hard files, the recent transaction records of Obsidian Group.

I flipped another page, my jaw tightening. Those fucking morons. Employees, managers, executives, all of them earning fat paychecks while producing half the work I e