"Our methods are unconventional. Do not interfere," the leader of the grey suits said.They'd insisted that they must blindfold Angela to keep the location of their base a secret. She'd protested and argued but eventually relented seeing Damien's unconscious body. She’d gotten into their van and held onto his hand the whole way there. Although she couldn't see, she knew when they'd arrived. The van lurched to a halt, sending her sliding all around. “We're here. Take it off. Get him inside, quick.”Angela took off the blindfold just in time to see the man taking his unconscious body out of the van.She followed them down a long hallway that seemed to lead to a dead end but the leader rubbed stone jutting out of the wall and the wall parted, sliding apart like elevator doors.They all walked in but the man stopped Angela, much to her frustration.“What now?” she flared.“This is where you stop. Women and children are not allowed past this point.”All the secrecy, the sneakiness. By th

“What time is it?” Angela's eyes snapped open to stare at Damien. They'd had him patched up again and made her feed him a pungent smelling tea to aid him recovery. “Sometime in the morning,” she said. “How are you feeling?”Damien checked his hand. The bandage had been changed and surprisingly, there was no pain whatsoever. Not in his hand or any part of his body. “Great.” Angela had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. “Like you can run a marathon?”“I mean it,” he insisted. “I actually feel good.” He sprang to his feet, kicking and punching the air before turning to Angela who had a look of horrified worry on her face.“Damien, you almost bled out.”“I didn't,” he said with an edge in his voice.As worried as she was, he was still her boss, not her son. She decided to change the subject.“You've gotten really popular since the ball. Women are fawning all over you, they're calling you the new Mr. Delaney.”He hadn't realised how much of a wave he'd made at the ball but when

“No way that bastard can actually get a job here,” Saul said to himself.“And what did he mean by everything I've ever done? He couldn't possibly know about… No! No way he knew.”Saul was content to think Damien was only angry about what he did to Courtney. In his mind, he did Damien a favour.She would have left Damien eventually just like Saul's wife did.“Mr. Victous, they're ready for you,” the cute receptionist with the tight behind said.Saul took in her beauty as she walked away from him, before getting up for the elevator. Time to secure the contract.The meeting room was beautifully designed as always but his attention was drawn to the dazzling goddess that was joining them for the first time.She was the same one who had called Damien up.What was such a woman doing associating with the likes of that lowlife?He would need to speak with her after the meeting to show her what she was missing out of life.The meeting was going smoothly until the goddess decided to chime in.“W

She glanced at Angela who only gave her an icy glare. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Angela hated her guts and she wouldn't be getting any help there. Her hope went to Damien. They had sort of been friends. At least he loved Courtney and she was Courtney's friend so some of that love should extend to her right?It had to. He had her whole career in his hands. He had to know how important that was to her. He wouldn't punish her for a simple mistake right?“Mr. Diego, this was all a big misunderstanding. I was just having some fun with my friend. It's how we show we care, right Damien?” she asked in a shaky voice.“And there you go again. Your blatant disrespect is honestly appalling. You dare call him by his first name?” Diego asked, inching closer to Carla.She gave Damien the puppy dog eyes, practically begging him to forget her unwarranted disrespect. She'd known him as a nice guy during college and when they'd insult him to his face and tell Courtney she deser

“He's the herb dealer,” Angela muttered to Damien.Damien was floored. This was the father of a man he'd embarrassed over and over again. Surely there was no way this man would be willing to do business with him. Not only had he embarrassed Raymond, but he'd also seen to it that the idiot got arrested. Oh well, there was no harm in at least trying.It made sense now how Raymond had access to such a potent poison that it took a secret society to heal him.“You don't look like much yourself, Mr. Ronchester,” Damien replied.Angela choked back a gulp. What was he doing? Didn't the man hate him enough already?The old man chuckled and got off the pool chair with surprising agility. “I am an old man. What's your excuse?”“I keep running across idiots who keep distracting me with their foolishness.”Mr. Ronchester laughed, being able to relate with what Damien said. “Yes, fools will do that. I believe we have something to discuss; an exchange of value if you will.”Damien was floored again