Damion Lancaster is Secretly The Trillionaire Boss

Chapter 6

Damion startled, backing up a few steps. The bodyguards still looked as astounded as Damion felt. 

Why was this woman calling him young master?

“Lady, were you the one that called me last night? What do you want from me? What's that money in my bank account?”

The woman raised her head a little to peek at him, before bringing down her head again. “I apologise for how you've been treated so far, young master. Please allow me to make amends.”

Amends how?

Damion stood there, glaring at the lady. If she would just tell him that all that money was his, he would forgive everything and be glad to go home. 

“If you would follow me, young master, we can go up to my office. I'll tell you everything.” the woman gestured with both hands in front of Damion, waving him to the elevator how Damion often saw rich men and politicians directed by their subordinates.

If this was a scam, a thieving scheme, then it was a very elaborate one to rob him of money he didn't even have.

He impatiently followed the lady, feeling a little bit better that at least, someone was taking him seriously now, and not wasting his time. 

The bodyguard that was fired stayed behind as the rest of the men in black trailed before us, even though Damion didn't see any need for them.

They pressed the private elevator buttons and Damion put a foot out, going to enter the elavator when he realized no one else had moved with him. 

“What—aren’t we all going?” Damion asked the lady, looking confused. 

“After you, Young Master.”

Damion chuckled at the ridiculousness, shaking his head as he stepped into the elevator. He was thinking that he'd better get this thing over with, so he could get back to the jobs that gave him money. 

The lady joined him in the elevator first, and then the other bodyguards. They stayed away from Damion, giving him enough space. 

He had never been treated with such…reverence. It was funny, but at the same time it felt like a dream. 

The elavator went all the way to the executive floor, opening into a long spacious hallway, with wide stately looking doors on both sides of the hallway.

Damion stepped out of the elevator, hesitating to move any further, until the lady came slightly in front of him. 

She motioned for him to follow her as she took him down the hallway. Her heels made click clack sounds on the shiny tiled floors, while Damion's sneakers made no sounds, the soles already worn out and soft. 

They took the elevator from the ground floor, to what seemed to be floors up. They approached a door after exiting the elevator.

Artworks adorned the walls on each side of Damion, and the entire space felt empty and quiet. It was the floor for the most powerful people in the group and even Damion could feel the power and wealth of those men and women, the entire floor was heavy with it. 

The walls were white and extremely high up.The high ceilings gave off the feeling of a castle. 

He followed the woman still and walked on, uncertain of what awaited him. 

The floors he saw looked so shiny that he was sure that if he smiled, his reflection would blind him.

They reached a tall, imposing door and the lady stopped in front of it, knocking twice on the door on the creamy brown doors.  

The polished floors had a gleam, an immaculate shine that made Damion think of removing his dirty shoes. 

He was in shock as he followed the lady into the office, moving slowly in the unfamiliar almost sterile environment.

The office was wide, with the secretary's desk facing the door directly. She stood as they came in, looking at them in the bright lights of the office. 

“Ma'am?” she came out of her desk, bending at the waist before the lady.

“The chairman wants to meet his grandson.”

Where he was standing, Damion eyed the lady, whose name he still didn't know. What position did she even hold in the company?

And who was this chairman? So it was grandson now that they were saying 

Damion stared mutely at everything, his eyes flying to everything and anything, all ears trying to pick up their words which they didn't bother to hide from him.  

"This is where I leave you sir." The lady said and started to go back.

"Where the hell are you going? You brought me here." Damion all but screamed at her.

Damion could practically feel his heart falling to his stomach as the secretary pushed the main door open and ushered him inside, he took a deep breath before walking in.

He looked up and saw an eccentric looking old man. He stood tall in his dark grey suit, although Damion was taller at 6 '5, and he had a razor sharp nose fixed to a wrinkling face. His eyes struck Damion though, they shined with a youth that bellied the man's age. 

The man sprung up from his chair, eyes widening in shock and changing to surprise…

He stood for some minutes before he walked towards Damion, who took a step back from the strange face.

The man looked positively bursting with happiness and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as he watched Damion. 

The man exhaled heavily and stood before him.

He brought his hands to Damion's face before he finally spoke.

"My dear boy."