Who is this woman?

Friday was usually a hectic day for Damien.

Damien has been sitting at his desk all day long, paperwork piling higher and higher. His butt started to hurt from sitting down for long, and his hand was stiff from writing and typing.

Looking at the paperwork still left, he wondered what he had been doing all this while.

The pile, a piece of mocking evidence that he has done nothing much. Well, what did he expect? He was the owner of nearly half the restaurants, boutiques, clubs and hotels in the state, so there would be lots of paperwork.

Of course, he could afford a personal assistant, but he was carefully avoiding being a victim to the stuff usually depicted in cliché movies.

Call it absurd, but he was not taking any chances.

Pulling his chair backwards, he stood up and stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles.

He glanced at his watch. It was 9:45 pm.

He packed his things and headed out of his office. The deafening silence of