Chapter Five Hundred And Seventy Eight. Epilogue. “What exactly do we need to do now?” Diego asked, his voice tinged with worry and tiredness. “Pay our employees,” the regional head said quietly, as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, “But we’ve delayed payroll once already. Banks won’t extend the credit line again.” There was an oppressive silence in the living room. Damien cleared his throat but he did not speak. No one spoke. They had survived scandals, betrayals, even Zaire himself—but this felt different. This felt final. In the past few days, Damien realized that he was scared. He woke up with fear clogged up in his throat, and gazing back at him in the bathroom mirror. He thought about their future, about Lana, about Arielle… Was he going to fail them again? He knew Lana would never leave him, but damned if he did not want to give her some kind of protection, some kind of solidity. She’d done enough already. “If we sell the overseas subsidiary,” Liam uttered, “we might buy
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