A part of Damon couldn't help but feel relieved that he had been able to get Joyce out before she said anything more personal. As it was, everyone would think she was just a random person trying to woo the prince.He didn't think the public were ready to take the fact that he'd been married before. He'd only just been crowned, it would be better everyone get used to him a bit before they began to find out more personal things about him. Information dump never worked well in any sector.Joyce looked like a loose cannon. But he was sure that she wouldn't be so desperate as to go to newslets. And even if she did, she was the one at fault and the truth would come out. He would win whatever case she tried to pull up.“I apologize, Your Majesty, this was an error from my end, trust it won’t happen again.” Elizabeth bowed her head as she offered a humble apology.Damon chuckled.“How is it your fault? It's obvious she is a rogue who wants to taint my image. Imagine the effrontery!” he exclai
“Everything is in place for the press release?” Damon asked, adjusting his tie backstage in front of a mirror held up by an employee.“Yes sir.” Elizabeth affirmed. “All of the important news stations are here, the acoustics are perfect, everyone is already seated and waiting –”“Okay, okay, cool. Tell me again why a press release is required? It's normal for me to go on business trips, why do I have to announce this one?” Damon asked somewhat exasperatedly.Elizabeth smiled knowingly behind him.“I'm guessing you don't do very well around cameras, your majesty?”“I do well around anything, Elizabeth. I just don't see the point in unnecessarily announcing my movements to the world because I'm a prince.” He turned to face her, his eyebrow quirked.Elizabeth's smile remained in place.“I understand sir. Please bear in mind that I understand the importance of your safety and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardise it. Such as unnecessarily disclosing your whereabouts –”“So what's this abou
“Hey Joyce.” Jack's voice came over the phone.“Jack?”“Yeah, it's me. It's been over seventy two hours babe and you didn't even deem it fit to call and check on me.”Joyce gasped in shock.“Are you being for real right now? You abandoned me at the coronation without bothering to say a word to me, you went into hiding, like a coward, and now you think you have the guts to call me and try and turn the tables around? What sort of –”“Joyce, please calm down.” Jack's voice turned placating. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry for leaving you and basically running away. And I'm sorry if it looks like I'm trying to turn the tables around. Look, I called because I need to see you.”Joyce snorted.“See me about what? I'm much too busy right now, thank you very much.”“Busy being humiliated by Damon?” Jack asked smartly.Joyce gasped.“The video is all over the internet Joyce. Crazy woman storms Business Meat-ings, claims the prince is her husband. You can do better Joyce.”Joyce felt steam emanate from he
The journey to De Rose was smooth and quick. One of the perks to being the prince of England was a luxurious private jet.“I could get used to this lifestyle.” Damon mumbled to himself as he poured out a glass of champagne.The jet wasn't set to land in another thirty minutes so as far as he was concerned he could slack off and take a nap he thought as he drained his glass.“Your majesty.” Elizabeth called out to Damon. “We have arrived in De Rose, the jet just landed.” Damon blinked. When had he dosed off? Well It seemed thirty minutes of sleep was all he'd needed because his body suddenly felt light.“Thank you.”As he got off the jet, his official car was already waiting for him, his luggage already loaded – not that he had much to pack. They drove straight to the hotel he would be spending the night. The night that would be filled with documents and files. Damon sighed.Upon their arrival at the hotel, Damon's breath was stolen from him. It was obvious that the place was meant fo
“I said let me in!” Joyce yelled furiously at the guard that stood at the entrance of the bar. She'd tried to keep her cool, she'd really tried, but everyone had decided to frustrate her.“I’m sorry I can't let you in, the bar is only open to guests of the hotel.” The bouncer stated.“My husband is inside the bar, he’s waiting for me. How many times do you want me to say this!” Joyce continued to protest.“Excuse me,” Damon said to Sonia and got up to attend to the situation. He'd had enough of Joyce and he was going to put an end to her rubbish once and for all.“You can call your husband out to come get you.” The bouncer tried to reason with her.“What husband?” Damon interrupted.“Oh, Damon baby!” She called out hurrying to meet him. “They wouldn't let me in!”Damon stepped back, holding her at arm's length, his face set in stone. “Joyce, what do you want from me?” he queried. “Damon, I just want us to talk,” Joyce whined. “I'm truly sorry for everything and –”“Oh enough with t
Damon woke up groggy the next day. The mix of events the previous day coupled with the fact that he'd been awake most of the night studying the reports Elizabeth had provided him concerning the construction companies, had made him unable to sleep properly.It'd been a matter of great disturbance to him that their headquarters could have been hacked into like that. Of course it was a construction company so there wasn't much to steal online.Except financial records.Which is what nagged him. He'd gone through all of the records for the past ten years and everything seemed to check out. Even the occurrence had been taken care of in a matter of hours.He sighed as he began to get ready for the day. His meeting wasn't until ten and it was just nearly eight. He decided that he would go down to the hotel cafeteria to eat. It would afford him the opportunity to stretch his legs, feed his eyes and most importantly, see Sonia again.He really hoped she would be in the cafeteria. She'd disapp
Alex Menard's face blanched.Damon's face broke into a wide smile. The puzzle pieces had fallen in place.“Your Majesty?” Mr Robards inquired, confused, looking from Menard's pale and shocked expression to Damon's excited one.Even Elizabeth's eyebrow went up an inch.“Can we get a quiet place to speak Mr Robards?” Damon shouted over the din, his grin still in place.“Of course, your majesty!” Mr Robards gestured them forward.Menard followed him, trembling and constantly stealing glances at Damon over his back as they walked on.“Get some law enforcement personnel here immediately.” Damon whispered into Elizabeth's ear as he passed by her into the container room that Mr Robards gestured him through.Elizabeth's brow furrowed in confusion as she wondered what her boss was up to.She stayed outside to make the call.“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Alex. I can call you that right?” Damon asked casually, a sinister smile on his face.Menard nodded slowly, his eyes darting around furtive
“Who does he think he is!” Joyce yelled as she drove out of the airport. “Call the cops on me? I’m the fucking cops! You might be the prince of fucking England Damon, but I am Joyce Ramsey! Not a weakling!” She yelled, flooring the throttle.“Get off the road if you can't drive properly lady!” A voice yelled from the car driving beside her“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do?” Joyce replied furiously, pushing on her car horn to annoy the person.“Oh fuck off!” The voice responded before driving off.While she drove her encounter with Damon replayed in her head. It made her blood boil as she recalled the incident.What had she been thinking? How could she have made herself stoop so low to the point that Damon could talk to her in that manner?“He called me a whore! Me! A whore!” She shouted.She was done trying to make peace with someone who had already made up his mind that he wanted war.“He’d better be prepared for what is coming his way.” she fumed, swerving