From Trash to Titan
"Mr. Damon, good evening. Would you like me to tell madam that yo-"
Damon walked straight past her without looking at her or slowing down. The maid was left astonished, standing with the tray in her hands, her mouth half open, watching him cross the floor toward the inner sitting room.
He found Dexter exactly where he expected to find him.
Dexter was sprawled on one of the cream sofas, one leg thrown over the armrest. There was a glass of whiskey on the side table beside him. His phone was held up in front of his face. He was scrolling through something on social media, and every few seconds he laughed out loud at whatever he was watching, the satisfied laugh of a man who believed he had jus