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Just excellent! Does he have to call her out in front of everyone like that? Why the hell did he feel the need to establish the fact that he might even know her? Nomi's eyes met him, a tight smile plastered on her face like a mannequin. “Yes sir.” She replied. Damon moved away from her. “Like I said, we strive for excellence in his part of business, and if I feel you’re going to drag us down, I will graciously relieve you of your duties. One thing I hate…” His eyes land on Naomi once more. “Is leeches. People who don't want to work but they are ready to take..” Naomi arch's a questioning eyebrow, she knew damn well he was referring to her! “Do I make myself clear?” Damon asked, his attention switched to som39ne else. “Yes, sir.” Everyone in the room chorused. “Meeting dismissed. You will be making that presentation on Thursday.” Damon announced and everyone headed right out the door, slowly. As much as she wanted to avoid Tita, she had questions that needed answers from Damon so she stayed back. “You!” Tita gritted. “I told you to stay back! I told you not to attend the meeting!” Tita snapped. “I don't know if you can recall but Mr Damon called Naomi by her first and last name.” Soonie jumped in. “That should tell you that he would have noticed if she was absent.” Tita scoffed, folding her arms. “You're telling me that she knows Damon Sinclair? Are you insane? How could he know someone like her? He's the CEO of the biggest Empire in the country, ranked fourth in the world! How could he possibly know her?” Soonie shakes her head. “You're a lost cause.” She muttered. “How did he know her name then? Were you listening or busy gawking at him?” Soonie asked. Tita frowned. “I gave you an instruction and you disobeyed me. I'm going to report this to HR.” She smirked and walked away. “I am so close to breaking that girl's neck!” Soonie muttered under her breath. “It doesn't matter. I'm sure HR will make sense of the situation.” Naomi sighed. She glanced at Damon who seemed to be discussing with Patrick. “I know you want to confront him, go do it!” Soonie offered. “We’re at work..” “And? He has to have a reason for buying the company from Jeff! I'm sure he knows you work here and those glares when he was addressing everyone?” Soonie is right, she has every reason to be mad and to demand answers. She nodded. “You've got this!” Soonie cheered before leaving with the rest of the staff. The room was finally empty, and it was just her, Damon,, and Patrick. His eyes settled on her, hands in his pocket. “This is not the place for personal discussion.” He said. “Why did you buy the company from Jeff? This company is his sweat and blood, it doesn't make sense that he'd let go of it so easily.” Naomi started. Damon chuckled, disbelief in his eyes. “You think I forced him to do this?” “Either that or you found out where I work and you're trying to make it hell for me because I moved in with you.” “I'll excuse you two,” Patrick muttered and hurried out of the room, leaving them all alone. Damon laughed; for the first time, she saw his cold, stoic face brighten up. It was so precious it made her heart skip a beat. “You think I bought this company because you work here?” His eyes narrowed down on her. “Don't be ridiculous. If I wanted to make you pay for moving in with me, I have a million and one ways to do that..” “Which includes buying this company and trying to make my life a living hell.” She adds. “This has nothing to do with you.” Naomi folded her arms. “ Really? It doesn't? A part of me is telling me you're so obsessed with me that you're willing to buy a company just to keep me within your reach.” Damon looked gently stunned and dumbfounded; was this girl out of her mind? Why the hell would he stalk her? Hell, he wants her out of his house! Fast! “And it makes no sense that Mr. Jeff would sell this company to you for some quick buck! He loves it here and Diaz is like his very own child.” Damon exhaled, shaking his head. “You think you know people until you don't. He sold it the moment things got hard. Your beloved owner didn't want to lose his investment so he sold his…child. I don't have the strength or the energy for this. If you're so curious, ask him yourself.” Damon walked out of the hall, leaving Naomi to her own thoughts. Did Jeff really sell the company for his own free will? Nobody forced him to give up his child? Naomi heads back to her pff9ce, still confused. The image Damon painted is nothing compared to the boss she's worked with for years. What went wrong? “Noami! You need to see this!” Soonie panicked as she pulled her towards the notice board. Confused, Naomi read through the announcement. Her eyes couldn't get any wider with each line she read, and her heart could pop out of her chest at this news. “They will be reshuffling the staff and sending them off to a different branch?” She said, confused. “And I'm on the list. You're not..” “Which means I…I'll be working here at the headquarters under Damon, and you're going to be several miles away from here?!” She asked and Soonie nodded. “I'm starting to hate your husband a whole lot more than I'm supposed to,” Soonie said. Naomi stared at the announcement board, dumbfounded. “But why? If he wants to open a new branch, why can't he take the head of departments instead and have them replaced?” Naomi reasoned and Sooni shrugs. “And he had his eyes on our department. I'm sure he'll be here because of you. He's doing this to get back at you.”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
Sunlight crept through the curtains in thin gold spears. Naomi stirred against the pillows and blinked at the ceiling. For a few moments she didn’t move; she just let herself drift in the soft aftershock of the night before. Her muscles still held the faint ache of pleasure, and her thoughts were
The café Jack had chosen sat on a quiet side street just off the main square of Kentwood. Naomi spotted it as soon as the car turned the corner: a pale-green awning, white wicker chairs out front, potted herbs lining the window ledge. It was the sort of place where people lingered over espresso an
Amanda’s phone lit up for the third time that hour. She snatched it off the duvet, thumb flying across the screen. Patrick: My apologies, Ms Amanda. Mr Damon is quite busy at the moment and will be unable to respond to your calls. Amanda flung the phone onto the pillows and pressed both palms to
The black Mercedes slid through mid-morning traffic, its windows tinted so dark they turned the bright city into a blurred filmstrip. Damon sat in the back seat, jacket off, phone pressed to his ear while Patrick’s voice filled the cabin with the day’s schedule. He was halfway through the rundown







