Damon had just arrived at his hotel room after the long meeting with the executives that night. He still worried about Sonia's health, he was exhausted from the whole stress he had encountered that day. He flung his suit jacket on the table, took off his shoes and socks, took off his shirt and immediately hit the shower. He had just come out of the bathroom when his phone rang. He walked over to his bed where he had kept his phone and checked the caller ID. It was an unknown number. This was strange, because he had changed his direct line, and it was kept discrete, and he had only disclosed it to his grandfather, Elizabeth, Phillip and Brandley, nobody else. He hesitated for a while, then picked on the fifth ring.“Hello?! Who's this?“ Damon asked sternly.“Hello again, Damon!“ The caller replied. The voice was very familiar, and he had heard it for too long to be wrong. It was none other than his ex-wife, Joyce.“Joyce, how did you get my direct line?! You've been stalking me, isn't
Brandley walks into the room looking all tensed and suspecting, he sees Damon and Philip having their guys' time and chatting but his reason for coming was more important than whatever they were talking about.“Brandley, did you see a ghost or something? Why this look?” Damon asked curiously.“My Prince, there's an urgent development,” Brandley replied quietly trying his best to be both discreet and respectful.“There is always a new development, Brandley. Just go ahead and lay this one down. Or is someone dead now?” Damon asked, feeling already familiar with the happenings of events since he became the crown prince of the kingdom.Philip chuckled slightly, “Man, you know your territory already.”“Dude. I've never gotten to rest since all of these, it's being one issue or the other, here and there.” Damon complained.Brandley kept still, not enjoying the fun at all. He feels betrayed and he needed answers but Damon and Philip were having their fun without allowing him to land his cas
Joyce sat down at the bar section in a club that night, drinking a glass of martini and just enjoying herself. From her expression and vibes, it seemed she had a lot to celebrate and be happy about. “Give me a bottle, mister.” She said to the bartender as she danced to the rhythm of the music oozing from the speakers.“Here you go, miss.” The bartender said to her in a soft touchy voice. And she smiled back at him, feeling the energy from him as she collected the bottle of martini from him.“Sorry to intrude, ma. But a beautiful young woman like yourself, all here drinking and celebrating alone? I can't help but wonder why.” The bartender, a handsome-looking young man, said to her hoping to start a conversation with her.“Well, handsome. I'm celebrating a big win I'm about to score.” She replied him, still vibing to the sounds in the club.“Oh, I see, baller. I bet I can score better if you give me the chance tonight.” The bartender, leading Joyce on to an arousing interest, said to
Damon paced around in his hotel room, worried sick about everything. Joyce is about to play a card that would destabilize everything for him. If she goes on air with the evidence she has, then it would be trouble for him and the kingdom. Not only would he be seen in a different light, enemies would rise up to support her and help her take him down, and he couldn't afford that right now.“Damon, you've got to chill out man. We'll find a way out.” Philip said, trying to get him off his edge.“Phil, she can't go public. You know this.” He answered Philip reminding him of how detrimental it will be for him.“Your Highness, permit me, but I must say this,” Brandley interrupted and everyone turned to him, “I feel really disappointed that all along, you didn't see it fit to confine in me with the truth. You told me she was a crazy woman stalking you and that you never knew her.”Brandley's words reminded Damon of why the man didn't look happy all the while and why he questioned him the way h
“My Prince, what's your strategy for your meeting with Joyce today?” Brandley asked Damon who sat in his office putting things together.Just then, Philip came in,“Your Highness. Brandley. So, what's the move?” He asked as he entered Damon's office.Damon fixated on his work took some time away from his labors to focus on Brandley and Philip.“I don't have any strategy other than to bash that crazy woman to destroy everything she claims to have.” He said.“That wouldn't work, sir. She just won't destroy her claims simply because you, in your words, ‘’bash’ her. We need a comprehensive strategy both for offensive and defensive measures.” Brandley answered him, disproving his strategy which he actually never thought through.“Brandley is right, Damon. You shouldn't carry this out with emotions. We need a good plan.” Philip attested to Brandley's words.“Okay. I'll just pay her off because am never taking her back. Never ever.” Damon responded, bringing out his next strategy.“I don't t
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Damon sat dumbfounded in the light of the whole situation, they had gone through everything and weighed their options. They came up with a plan for him to work more on the offensive strategy and also, consider the defensive options too.They had invited Elizabeth to the office to update her on certain new developments for the business operations and she had just arrived to the tense and almost palpable atmosphere in his office which they tried their best to diffuse.“It looks so tensed in here, you three men together in one office and the tension can be felt. Did y'all fight?” She asked jokingly as she ended the office, “Your Highness.” She greeted.“Welcome Elizabeth, please have your seat. This won't be long.” Damon said to her and she sat on the next available seat beside Philip.Damon went straight to the point, trying his best to conceal what he needed to,“There is a new development and I can't tell you about it for now, but I've made some decisions and I want to see them carrie
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