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Chapter Eighty Five

The next day came with no warning.

Richard didn’t come down for breakfast. He sent for Damien instead.

When Damien walked into the study, his father was already seated, jacket still on, one hand resting on the arm of the chair like he was conserving strength.

“I’m not well today,” Richard said without greeting him. “You’ll handle the French ambassador.”

Damien stopped mid-step. “Handle him how?”

“In the executive suite,” Richard replied. “The one reserved for high-level negotiations.”

Damien laughed once, dry and short. “I don’t even know what this is about.”

“That’s exactly the problem,” Richard said.

Damien rubbed his face. “Do I have to? Can’t Victor handle it? Or one of the directors? This is not my thing.”

Richard looked up at him then, slow and deliberate. “That’s pathetic, Damien.”

Damien stiffened.

“A grown twenty-eight-year-old man,” Richard continued calmly, “still hiding behind excuses when responsibility knocks.

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