All Chapters of You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I think we still have our jobs! We're on the list! My goodness, we did it!” Paul exclaimed as he checked the notice board in the hallway. “We did? Oh my goodness!” Didi squeals in excitement, and the whole team celebrates their win with a sigh of cheer and relief.While several people celebrated their wins, many others would be clearing up their desks and leaving. It's a bittersweet moment, and they couldn't rejoice in their win for long.Patrick approaches the announcement board, his hands in his pockets as he turns to address everyone in the room.“Please, if you're not on the list, you've been relieved of your duties, and we advise you to leave the premises immediately. Any company property in your possession should be handed over to HR. That would be all.” He leaves as the murmuring continues.“But this is unfair! Why do we have to get fired like this? On what grounds? Some of us have families to feed! The j0b market is shitty as it is, where do we start from?” One employee comp

“I heard she moved in with you. That's new.” Amanda started, her eyes fixed on Damon.“And?” He asked, his voice a low, icy growl of irritation.Amanda's lips curved into a disbelieving smirk. “Just months ago, you wouldn't return her calls, and now she's moved in with you. You honestly expect my mother to believe there’s nothing going on?”“The last time I checked, I didn't make you or your mother a promise. I don’t believe we're close enough for that.”Amanda let out a short, hollow laugh. “You're right. But I do believe it’s common decency to inform us of new developments.” She added, her smile one Damon had come to hate.He slammed his foot on the brakes, jerking Amanda forward. Her eyes widened in horror, bracing herself against the dashboard as she glared at him.“What was that for?!”“This is as far as I go.” His eyes met hers, stern and unyielding. “Get out of my car.”“But my driver isn't here! How do you expect me to get home?”“The same way you came.” He replied simply.She

"Ms Naomi," Patrick's voice crackled through the intercom, pulling her from the blueprint spread across her desk. "Mr. Sinclair will see you now."Naomi took a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt. She had expected him to make a call for her way earlier but he didn't. She grabbed her tablet, her team's report and wore her most professional face. The walk to Damon's office felt longer than usual, if she was being honest, she didn't want to see him.Not after what happened a few nights ago! She had broken down in tears because of Amanda. Her grip on the tablet tightened as she approached the exit of her department, gosh she felt so stupid for that!Her team, oblivious to the problems, remained engrossed in their work. They've done their part and they've been able to meet their target before the deadline.Everything else was in Naomi's court and she didn't want to fail them. She couldn't! Their jobs were at stake, they could get fired.Reaching the double doors leading into Damon's off

The chef stole glances at Naomi as she moved around the kitchen with a small smile on her face.The past few days, he noticed how quiet and withdrawn she was but this morning, it was different. “Is everything okay?” Naomi asked the Chef. Her attention might be fixed on the dressings for her pie but she knew he was staring at her, dying to ask questions.“Nothing at all. It seems you're in a good mood.” Chef offered and Naomi smiled, nodding her head, she was in fact in a good mood. “You could say that.” She pulled the oven, it was ready. Once the pie cooled, she gently placed it into a container and then the pink lunch bag. Once she was done, she headed to the foyer with two different bags one for her, one for her husband. Patrick turned on his heels, a polite smile on his face. "Good morning, Ms. Naomi.""Morning, Patrick," she replied, extending the larger bag to him. "This is for Damon."His eyes widened slightly as he took the bag. "Thank you, Ms. Naomi. And… is that the pie

“Come on, Damon! It's been a month! A whole, entire, glorious month!" Jordan's whine cut through Damon's office, grating on the older brother's nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.Damon shut his eyes, it was supposed to be a good morning, a calm and peaceful morning of checking reports and attending meetings until Jordan stormed into his office.Jordan was slouching across the plush leather visitor chairs, throwing his long legs around like a kid.He was a younger, wilder version of Damon, a mirror image of him but where Damon's face was cold and stern, Jordan's face danced with mischief.“ I did what you asked! I did way too good if you ask me!! Come on Damon!" Jordan whines again, his pitch higher this time.Damon merely grunted, his gaze fixed on the financial projections displayed on his monitor. "A month of staying out of the tabloids, Jordan, not a month of perfect behavior. I still saw that piece about you trying to surf a fountain in Trafalgar Square.""That was before