Over the week Bianca had been busy planning for the gala she was invited to and dealing with her divorce, which was still a secret from everyone. Many who didn't know about the divorce kept asking about Damien, making it hard for her. Finally, the gala night came and just as she prepared over the week she was ready. She thought of focusing on her work and having a great night, that way, she would forget about Damien, so she thought. When she walked into the venue she decided to keep every thought out and meet clients to help establish her business. But when she sighted Damien, her heart almost burst out of her chest. What was he doing in the party hall? The gala was meant for top-known business people, and he was the least on that list. He left with nothing after their divorce, and it won't be possible to get a connection quickly that would bring him to the gala. Curious about it, she went to meet him. He was with an older man she didn't recognize. She wasn't bothered about who h
"Is Miss Calloway's accusation true?""Are you truly divorced because of your affair with Miss Eleanor?""Does Miss Eleanor know you were married?"The reporters soon gathered around Damien, bombarding him with questions. Eleanor bit her Lowes lips, seeing it didn't go as planned. The table turned and Damien was the one humiliated. She was overwhelmed with guilt as she watched him try to evade their questions. Damien couldn't believe Bianca's accusations. He had been nothing but loyal to him. He loved her and wouldn't think about cheating. Because of how much he adored her, he put his all into making sure her family's business grew, even though her family never wanted him. "Go ahead, tell everyone the truth, you bloody cheater!" Bianca yelled out. "Was it your intention to deceive your wife?" "Where you playing the two women?"Some reporters questioned him while a few faced Eleanor. "Can you explain your relationship with Damien?""Do you know he was married before you started a r
Everyone was left on edge, anxious to hear what had happened. Did Damien's treatment fail? They had a lot of questions running through their minds. Suddenly, Eleanor clapped her hands and jumped in happiness, "He is okay. Grandfather is awake!" She announced, to the surprise and relief of the three men. "Glad to know he is alright," Dr Mitchell said, with the corners of his lips turned up into a smile. It was the good news of the night. Damien on the other hand, was filled with relief. Finally, the old man was okay and that meant a lot to him. Mitchell began to see him in a new light. He was able to cure the sickness that no doctor could cure.The cure had been searched for for years, but he did it. "This is unbelievable," Dr Kim muttered and stepped forward, "You did find the cure every doctor has been searching for for years. This is unreal!" He added, with his face covered with surprise and shock. Hearing what the men were talking about, the reporters became curious again and
"This one says, 'Damien Smith, twenty-six years old, has shaken the world by surprise. He has brought hope again to everyone.'" Eleanor read out loud with a smile playing across her lips. "I must say, the internet is crazy."He nodded in agreement and sat down on the couch, facing her, "But how did they know so much about me? How did the bloggers find out? Now, I am really worried."She shrugged her shoulders and pressed back against the couch, "they are crazy and would get the tiniest detail of what you never expect them to know."Eleanor's phone vibrated again and she tapped on the message, "Another message again and this one says, 'Miss Eleanor, you did a great job at the gala today, it was wonderful. About that young doctor, can I have an audience with him?" She laughed and shook her head. "Every message I get is about you. Guess you are the trending topic today."It was surprising how Damien's life changed in just a day. There were so many things happening at once but he was more
Damien walked out of the hospital, wanting to take a stroll down the road. His head got clouded after seeing the message from Coy and his weakness vanished.It was a big opportunity. His dream, but there he was suddenly in between two decisions to make. He wanted to go there, but his mind seems drifted from working there. The road was busy with people hurrying back to their houses and some, going somewhere else. He let out a deep breath and joined the crowd, heading nowhere in particular. He let his mind wander to what he could gain knowledgeably by working with Coy Medical Center. The best doctors he could think of work there and meeting them would be a big push for him.He thought about the positive benefits of working in the hospital, which was located in the capital, and concluded it would d be more than he could ever imagine. He put his hands in his pocket and continued his journey taking in as much air as he could and letting the cool breeze of the night cool him down.His li
Damien drove down the road heading towards the northern city, using a map to guide his way. He had a patient to attend to and a few more before the end of the day. The corners of his lips curled up as he recalled the last conversation he had with Eleanor. She had gifted him a brand new SUV model car and paid him some amount of money, which he was sure would be enough to take care of everything he needed for a few months.Her grandfather was getting better, but he never had a chance to see him. He promised to visit again when he got back to the South. He drove into the city, which was busy as usual. It was a populous and industrious city, known for its beauty and busy nature. He drove towards a hotel and pulled over, handing the car key to the valet. His patient was the former CEO of the hotel before his son, Nelson Drill, took over the position. Mr Nelson was known for his temperament and how easily he punished people who didn't do as he wished or made mistakes. Damien let out a d
The older man, who was Mr Nelson's secretary, adjusted his glasses and examined Damien from head to toe. "Dr Damien?" He questioned again and shook his head, "Mr Nelson never mentioned the name. I know every doctor who was called in for the former chairman's treatment, and you are not one of them."The secretary, Brian, wondered if the young man had gotten the wrong address, but it couldn't be. The hotel was among the top three five-star hotels and no one can mistake another address for it. "Are you sure you were invited here by Mr Nelson?" He questioned again to be sure. Damien tried to get out of the security officers' hold, but they gripped him harder. He gave up on trying and faced Brian, "I got an email telling me to come here."Brian drew his brows together in confusion. He looked at Damien again, wondering if he was lying. Not knowing what to believe, he went on to answer, "I handle all the emails of Mr Nelson. I never sent an email to any Dr Damien. You must be mistaken.""
Dr Damien Smith? Brian and the receptionist were both taken aback, clearly remembering the name. The name of the young man who they had walked out of the hotel. Seeing how shocked and quiet they both were, Mr Nelson sensed something was wrong. He faced Brian with his jaw clenched, "Don't tell me he was here."Brian quickly bowed his head, "He was here," he answered, not daring to look at him. Mr Nelson let out a deep breath and looked around, "Where is he? Did he go to the restroom?" He questioned at once and licked the seam of his lips, looking nervous. "He agreed to come. This is great news," he muttered."Sir, I apologize," Brian started, putting Mr Nelson's happiness to a stop. He lifted his brows with his gaze fixed on him as he waited for him to explain himself. Brian went on, "I didn't recognize him and I sent him out, thinking he came to the wrong place.""What do you mean by you sent him out?" He asked with his voice calm, but Brian knew it meant he was about to spit fire.