LOGINDamien’s POV
If not for the fact that I had asked her if she wanted me to be her investor and she had said no and she would figure it out herself, I wouldn't be going this route.
It’s not like I do not respect her decision but it’s just that I did not like the fact that she was getting rejections a
Damien’s POVIf not for the fact that I had asked her if she wanted me to be her investor and she had said no and she would figure it out herself, I wouldn't be going this route.It’s not like I do not respect her decision but it’s just that I did not like the fact that she was getting rejections and I knew just how rejections would make one feel.I was not going to watch her fail and I was also not going to let her know I had ensured she wouldn’t.So I dialed that particular number I had saved with Marcus Webb.Marcus Webb had been with the Price Group for eight years. He was precise, loyal, and had the e
The first pitch meeting took place on Monday.I went into it fully prepared, in the way that only came naturally from the knowledge I gained in the course of months of thorough preparation and research. The deck was clean, the numbers were true, and the timeline of renovations was realistic and based solely on quotes from reputable contractors rather than typical development optimism.When I walked into that meeting, I knew my onions like the back of my hand.The meeting, a private equity firm that had been meticulously analyzed by me before even setting foot in their office, lasted for twenty-two minutes. They posed four solid questions, which I answered easily.It was the fifth question, the closing
It was over in four minutes.Four minutes was the gap between Damien's team outside registering the approach and the scene being contained. I did not see most of it; I was in the hallway, against the wall, phone in my hand, following the instructions of the security lead who had come on my line thirty seconds after Damien.When the all-clear came, I opened my front door.Two men I had never seen before were on the pavement in handcuffs. Damien's security team, three of them, which I had not known were there, were on the phone, efficient and unhurried. A police car was already on the block.I stood on my front step in the cold air and looked at the scene with fear. I hadn’t thought I would ever be scared of the situation, but if Damien didn’t have a team outsi
I went to work from Damien’s penthouse for a week before I went back to mine on Monday.I stayed there with him for ten days and it was bliss. I got to know him better within those few days, not only was he caring but what drew my attention the most was the way he handled my affair.We worked on my proposals for investors together.Everything that had to do with my work with the sovereign, we set a time aside for it every day, and we completed what we were set to do at the appropriate time.And did I mention that he was a very focused person?He was my kind of person and I did not even know when I fell for him again. Sometimes, I would feel he loves me too, sometimes, I would tell myself he needs to tell m
Serena’s POVDamien came back about two hours later, I had a feeling that I shouldn’t ask what he went to do.That night, Carrie sent me a message asking about me and requesting that we meet for lunch tomorrow.I got myself there. My car had been fixed and was out with Damien's security team parked at the curb outside the restaurant.I sat across from my stepsister and chatted about nothing in particular while watching Callie's as she spoke.For signs.Everybody is a suspect right now.Callie mentioned the Sovereign twice
Damien's POVThe warehouse stood at the edge of the city.Abandoned.Forgotten.Exactly the kind of place where people passed by, not even thinking about what was happening in there.I had made sure Serena was fine before living, she was my priority just as much as her safety is.Tom, my driver, came down to open the passenger’s door for me. I came down, my hand in my coat pocket fetching my sunshade.Black was already waiting for me as soon as I got out of the SUV.I







