Joyce smiled at Damon and his outrageous request, sipped some more wine, and smacked her lips, looking at him keenly.“Damon. Damon. Damon Langston.” She called him slowly and repeatedly, shaking her head to the rhythm of her calls, “You think you can just go about commanding everyone as you wish, don't you?” She asked him.“Well, darling. It's part of the package that comes with being a crowned prince. Yeah.” Damon responded to her, making himself more comfortable in his chair.Joyce chuckled and smiled again,“Yes you are the prince, a narrow escape from being a beggar living under the bridge by now. You were nothing, honey. I made you seen when I divorced you, and now you think you're above me. You wield your power and influence on me for what? To get back at me, right?”Damon smiled and signaled with his shoulders, his response to her statement.“I'd like to see that power when I go to the press with what I have. Imagine the headlines,” she said, illustrating with her hands, “THE
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