MasukThe day of the presentations is finally here, and the office has never been so chaotic!
Naomi had resumed her new position, and luckily, she was able to come up with her team members, of course. One could tell how happy the team members were that Naomi was now their team lead. She makes it so easy to want to follow her instructions, and most importantly, she makes them all feel heard and needed. Naomi is in Tita's office, which is now her office, hands on the table as she stares blankly at the wall. The presentation will be happening in less than an hour, and she is a nervous wreck! She really tried to give someone else the burden of presenting, but no one could stand the thought of having Damon’s stern eyes analyzing their every move. She had to do it; no one else could. “Hey, you've come this far! I'm sure the presentation is perfect!” Soonie said over the phone. All morning, Naomi had been all over the place, and Soonie called in at the right time to talk her out of it. “Yes, I know, but it's just ….I don't know. I really hope everything goes well.” “Does the idea of seeing him make you nervous?” Soonie asked. “What? No!” “Then what is the problem?” Naomi exhaled. She told Damon she would prove she was in fact deserving of that seat and bow, it's really time to prove that to him. This presentation had to be flawless. “A lot of people are counting on this, you know? So many jobs are attached to this, and I don't want to be the reason they get fired. It's a lot of pressure, you should understand what I'm driving at.” Soonie exhaled. “You're right. It's a lot. I know you are questioning your qualifications, but trust me, nobody deserves this more than you do. You did what you could, and I'm sure it's good enough. Now, go there and show them that you know your job way too well! Challenge him if you must!” Sonnie offered. Naomi nods. “You're right. I did all I could, and it's time to present this.” A knock came on her door, and her teammates peeped in. “Ms Naomi, we know you did your best, and although it's only been a day, you're a great team lead,” Rose said with a smile. “ Yeah. It would be nice to keep our jobs, but we prepared the presentation to the best of our ability and…it's all up to Mr Damon now.” Didi said, smiling. “I'm sure we're going to do great. I believe we will.” Paul offered with a smile. Naomi stares at everyone who has a smile plastered on their face. She tried to hold back her emotions, trying to find the right answers to give. “That means so much, guys. Thank you. And I promise I won't let you down.” Paul shakes his head. “It doesn't matter. Give it your best, and we can only hope for the best.” Naomi exhaled and nodded. “Thank you. All of you. It's been really amazing being your team lead for a day.” “Same here.” “Now go and crush that presentation, baby girl! You got this!” Soonie cheered, and everyone else followed. ♡♡ Naomi took a deep breath, ready to do her best one yet. She had everyone's eyes on her as she took to the front. With slightly shaky hands but a cool, calm, and collected voice, she starts off her presentation, page after page. Accompanying Damon were people Naomi had never seen before. They must be his official management team, and they were here to vet their progress. There was a pin drop silence, no one had the gall to say a word as she pressed forward with her team's achievement and its impact. “That would be all.” The panel of judges stared at her in silence, and soon they were scribbling some things on paper, not a word spoken. “Please excuse us while the next department goes on with their presentation.” Naomi bows her head, ready to leave. “Hold on.” Naomi paused at the sound of Damon's voice, his eyes staring at her intensely. “Yes, Mr Dam9n.” “In your presentation, you didn't state any recent projects, works you've done in the last month. Is there a reason for this omission?” Naomi exhales, her eyes fixed on Damon. Is that a smirk on his lips? Hell, she was hoping he would have missed it! But sure, he's fascinated by the idea of screwing her over! “There was no reason for an omission, there's no record for the month.” “From your slides, you and your team seem effective, but it's almost the end of the month, yet, nothing to show for the month? It sounds rather suspicious, doesn't it?” “Mr Damon, Miss Tita was the team lead for our department, and we can't do anything unless she gives us instructions to.” “You're blaming your incompetence on your former team lead. That doesn't look so good on your end.” Mitch, a member of the panel, said. Damon glanced at him, a death glare that sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room. Mitch swallowed. “I'm sorry, sir. I thought we…” “We?” Damon asked, a hint of incredulousness in his tone. “My apologies, sir.” Damon turned to Naomi. “Answer the question.” Naomi clears her throat. “I only occupied the seat of team lead yesterday and…” “But you were her assistant.” “Yes, I was.” “Why didn't you inform her about the gaps?” Naomi sighs. She sets her laptop down and turns on the projector once more, flipping open a slide she had prepared months ago. “I did mention the gaps to Miss Tita, and that is proof that I did. This was supposed to be our project for the month, but she rejected it.” “For what reason?” Damon asked. “She claimed she had something in mind, and I didn't push it any further out of respect for the company policies.” Damon leans towards. “I've seen those policies, and adjustments would be made. That doesn't mean this gap isn't a problem, Ms Naomi. I thought I made it clear that we are all about results today.” Naomi swallowed; this was it. She and her teammates would be kicked out. From the furthest end of the room, she made eye contact with her team, all staring at her intensely. Didi gave her a small smile, telling her she did great. No. She can't let it go like this. They've all worked really hard to put this together, she had to fight for them. “We can achieve two projects within a month!” Naomi blurted out. “We can?” Paul asked out loud but clasped his hands over his mouth almost immediately. “Yes, we can. We will be up for this month and the next in one month.” Damon leans back. “Your teammates don't think it's possible.” “We can pull it off, and I have a plan in mind. If you could just give us that grace, we won't disappoint you! Our team is made up of the best of the best, and we will put in everything to make this work.” Damon chuckled. “I can have you all replaced within minutes. I don't have to give you that grace, do I?” Naomi narrowed her eyes on Damon, goodness he's such a cocky asshole! “It will take them at least a week to get accustomed to the way the company runs, and that's another month going down the drain.” “I have a solution for that as well. They will be up to speed in less than two days.” Damon smirked. “If they are so good, you will be spending more money to keep them hired. Maybe four times our salaries, I'm sure. I know you're a billionaire, sir, but for a company you just acquired, it's not a great move to spend more than what the company is worth to keep it running.” Damon is quiet, his eyes fixed on her in silence. She's ...really smart. No wonder Aunt Clara wants to keep her out of her father’s business. “One month. You better have some magic up your sleeves or you and your team will be replaced in the twinkle of an eye.” Naomi exhaled. “ We won't disappoint you.” “You will be reporting to me directly from now on. And I'm sure you know what that means, Ms Naomi.” Naomi froze. Shit.Damon didn’t remember the walk back to his office.The board was in chaos after Jack's arrest and he was forced to postpone whatever this was and address them once he understands what's going on. How did the police find evidence on Jack? He was still discussing with Caleb the last time he stopped by his house…The office door closed behind him. Patrick remained standing a few steps back, hands folded in front of him. The past few days have been difficult because of Naomi's demise. He had shed a few tears himself, recalling how sweet she had been and how much she brightened the life of his grumpy boss. Damon crossed the room slowly, dropping his phone onto the desk without looking at it. He stood there for a long moment, palms resting against the polished surface, head bowed slightly. Patrick wanted to speak but he couldn't find the right words to say. He'd taken him a lot to get Damon down to the office as soon as he learned Jack had called for a secret meeting. Now, the issue h
Jack stood in front of the mirror in his private office in Pearl, suit jacket already on, tie knotted, staring at his reflection. His phone lay on the counter, face down. He was yet to receive a response from the driver and it's been over four hours. He clenched the edge of the sink until his knuckles whitened; did he run to the cops like he said? He straightened his cuffs, smoothed his jacket. He had men in the police station who would call him if anything happened.Jack walked towards the door, today was for something else. “Cancel my next meeting,” Jack said as he passed his assistant. “And find the driver.”The assistant hesitated. “Sir?”“Find him,” Jack repeated, voice low. “And make sure he doesn’t speak to anyone. Ever.”The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir.”Jack picked up the folder prepared for the board meeting and headed for the elevator. The company bylaws were clear. A CEO deemed emotionally unstable could be removed by a majority vote. Damon had handed him that opportu
Victor didn’t sit down.He stood near the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes moving between Seraphine and Caleb like he was trying to make sense of a language he didn’t speak. “She’s alive?” Victor said again, slower this time.Maybe repeating the words would change the meaning. “You’re telling me Naomi is alive.”Seraphine nodded once.“And you both decided,” Victor continued, his voice tightening, “to keep that from Damon.”Caleb leaned back in his chair. “For now. Yes.” Victor exhaled sharply and turned away, pacing a few steps before stopping himself. His hand went to his temple, pressing hard.“You know what this will do to him if he finds out later,” Victor said. “You know how he’s been.”“That’s exactly why we didn’t tell him,” Seraphine replied. “Jack is watching everything. Damon included.”Caleb nodded, “I saw one of his men tailing us earlier. We lost him in the parking lot, switched cars.” Victor let out a bitter laugh. “So the solution is lying to him?”
Seraphine's grip on the steering seemed to tighten as she turned the corner, she couldn't do this anymore. She just couldn’t do it.She parked across the street and sat in the car for a moment longer than necessary, her hands still on the steering wheel even after the engine had gone quiet.She wasn’t angry.That was the strangest part.Anger would have been easier. Anger would have given her something to hold onto but what sat on her chest was guilt.“Fuck this.”She stepped out of the car and locked it, then crossed the street quickly.Inside, the building smelled faintly of dust and old paint. The hallway lights flickered on the moment she walked in. Seraphine climbed the stairs, her boots quiet against the concrete. She stopped at the third door on the left and knocked once.Then again before pushing the door open. Naomi stood at the other end of the room.She was thinner. Paler. There was a faint bruise near her temple that makeup hadn’t fully hidden, and her hair was pulled bac
Damon had not changed the sheets. They still smelled like her. It's been two weeks and the only thing the police managed to find was Naomi’s coat. Stained with blood. He had demanded that they continue the search.They had to find something, anything.. Damon refuses to accept she was gone until there's proof of that. A physical proof… The house was too quiet, like a dark cloud covered the mansion, refusing to go away. The staff moved quietly, avoided his study, and avoided his eyes. No one asked him anything anymore. No one offered condolences. That would mean they think she was really gone and he refuses to accept that. Damon sat in the study with the lights off, the city barely visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His phone lay on the desk in front of him. No missed calls. No messages. Nothing new from the police. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. And each day felt like a punishment without her. At some point, Patrick knocked but Damon didn’t
Naomi had insisted on going to work. She knew Damon had left hours ago, asking her to stay home, rest, and recover. He was right, she needed the break but she didn’t want people whispering behind her back, assuming she was skipping work because her husband was the CEO. She wanted to feel normal again. She asked the HR to give her a day off and she's to resume back to work today.That's more than enough rest and more than enough sexual escapades for one week even though she wouldn’t mind another. The city streets were busier than usual. Early morning sunlight reflected off the glass of office buildings, and the air smelled faintly of exhaust. Naomi’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles pale as her stomach growled. She’d barely eaten, and the exhaustion from the night before still clung to her.All thanks to Damon who couldn't keep his hands off her. She ignored her hunger, she'll help herself to a cup of coffee once she's settled. A deep beep startled her. Her
Naomi made her way to Damon's office, trying her hardest to ignore the curious glances that went her way as she walked. Today was unbelievably long too. Maybe she should have taken Damon up on his offer, maybe she should have stayed back home with Charm. That dog was quite something, wouldn't lea
Naomi did not remember how she got home.She remembered stepping out of Damon’s office, the hallway stretching too long in front of her, the sound of her heels against the floor echoing too loudly in her ears. She remembered Patrick’s startled face when he saw her leave without Damon, the way he s
The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING
The hospital smelled like antiseptic and Naomi was starting to get sick and tired of stopping by the hospital every three business days. Damon guided her down to a private ward, his hands gentle and reassuring. She glanced up at him, tears almost welling up in her eyes. He cared. He always had an







