The Billion Dollar Heiress
He continued, “Mrs. Khan, lean in, arms around his chest, but make sure the wristwatch shows. Mr. Da Silva, place your right hand on her free arm. Both of you look intensely at the camera. This way, the product speaks to the public.”
“I think—” Isla began, ready to protest, but Damien cut her off.
“Sounds good. I love that pose better.” He smiled and moved to the chair.
If her eyes were blades, Damien would’ve been dead a thousand times over.
A plastic smile stretched across her face as she stepped aside for him to sit.
The glam team rushed in again, fixing their looks. Damien’s hair was brushed neatly, another button undone on his shirt, exposing even more skin. He sat with his legs spread,