All Chapters of A private deal with the billionaire ceo: Chapter 151 - Chapter 155

(Damon’s POV)The headquarters was always so quiet before dawn.I walked through the west wing with a tablet in one hand and tension sitting between my shoulder blades. The weapon logs were updated, the patrol rotation was finalized, the surveillance room had been checked twice. Still, my chest felt tight, as if something in the air waited to snap.Everywhere I walked, I felt the stares.Soft whispers, eyes quickly averting when I looked in their direction.They all knew Emma was alive. News traveled fast, even in a place built on secrets. But the tension wasn’t happiness. It was fear, confusion… and the silent judgment that I had become “compromised.”I ignored every single one of them and kept walking.When I reached the training bay, the lights flickered on automatically. The sound echoed across the empty space, my boots hitting the floor, the faint hum of machinery, my own breathing.And then a voice, cold as metal, said “Reeves.”I didn’t turn immediately.But when I did, Command

(Damon's POV)The conference room was already too loud when I stepped inside. I could hear the rumble of complaints before I even entered. Sharp, irritated voices were bouncing off the glass walls like they owned the place. Theo walked beside me, tablet tucked to his chest, posture straight as ever, but even he looked like he wanted to turn around and pretend we’d walked into the wrong meeting.Three clients stood near the projection screen, arguing with each other instead of with us. Two more sat stiffly at the table. One sighed dramatically, as if carrying the weight of the world or just his own ego. Their wives sat beside them, some scrolling on their phones, others watching their husbands with bored expressions.I inhaled slowly.This was going to be a nightmare.Theo whispered, “Good luck, sir.”I shot him a glare. “You’re coming with me.”He winced but followed.The moment I stepped forward, one of the men—a tall, balding CEO named Rourke—threw his hands up. “Finally! Reeves, we

(Damon's POV)I had learned long ago that peace never lasted. It only waited quietly until you forgot how to hold your weapon.That morning dragged me back into duty without asking for permission.I stood alone in Dennis' deserted lair, some lights dimmed low enough to blur the edges of the room, screens glowing with intel feeds and scrolling reports. I hadn’t slept much. I hadn’t wanted to. Sleep made me soft lately. It made me think of Emma’s laugh, the way she tilted her head when she listened, the way she looked at me like I wasn’t something dangerous.That illusion didn’t survive headquarters.I had brought some of the headquarters documents with me. I was midway through reviewing shipment manifests tied to the upcoming auction when the first knot tightened in my chest. I saw weapons being transported through a tunnel. It wasn't the numbers I noticed but the patterns. They were the same routes going in the same direction in the exact same manner Dennis used to transport them, d