King of His Kingdom

Chapter 6 - You Foolish Bastard!

"You foolish bastard!" Damon heard through the phone.

He took the phone away from his ear looked at the caller ID and saw that it was his boss. His heart immediately went into overdrive.

"S– sir –"

But the man didn't let him speak,

"You are nothing but a disgraced fool Damon! How dare you offend one of our most powerful customers! Who do you think you are!"

"Sir please let me explain –"

"You can explain to your new boss because as of this moment, you no longer work for this company! You thought we couldn't do without you because you're some kind of diligent employee? Fuck you! Stupid thing! You're a nobody! And you'll always be a nobody! And I assure you that before you get a job again in this town you would be growing white hairs already!"

Damon swallowed as he listened to his boss's insults.

"You're lucky all Jack Pierce requested is that we fire you! If he'd decided to press charges you have my word you would have spent the rest of your pathetic life in jail!"

And then he ended the call.

Damon flinched at the click. So Jack Pierce had not only taken away his wife, but he'd also taken away his means of livelihood.

Damon pocketed his phone dazedly and then began to put one foot in front of the other. He didn't know where he was going, he just kept moving. Roaming the streets with nowhere to go.

His life was completely soaked in mud and he was back at square one. He crumpled to the floor at a street-side bench and looked blankly into the night.

He couldn't think of anything to do other than sit on the floor and wallow in his shame.

He was on the floor for a long time but he didn't know how long, he suddenly realized that there was a buzzing where he was sitting. He'd ignored it for a while, thinking it was just a result of his brain thinking so much but now he realised something on his body was buzzing.

His senses returned enough that he realized it was his phone ringing. He blinked slowly, trying to bring the caller ID into focus. Even though he knew that this time it really couldn't be anyone but Philip, seeing as all the other people in his life had kicked him out of their lives.

But he was wrong again, it was an unknown number calling him.

He snorted and tossed the phone to the ground. It was probably just Jack Pierce calling him to humiliate him more.

He leaned his head against the bench and stared like a statue as passersby snickered at him. He didn't even see or hear them, he was on another planet. A planet of pain and disappointment.

But the caller persisted and finally Damon picked up the call.

"What do you want from me now?" He drawled, life completely drained from his voice.

"Am I speaking with Damon Langston?" A strange voice echoed from the other end.

Damon's eyebrows quirked.

"Who is this?" He summoned the presence of mind to ask.

"I just want to know if I'm speaking with Damon Langston please."

"Fine, whatever, yes you are. What do you want?"

The man on the other end cleared his throat.

"Good evening sir, please may I know where your current location is?"

Damon rolled his eyes weakly,

"Look you can't just call people randomly and expect them to divulge their location to you, what is this about?"

But Damon looked around anyway, squinting and trying to discern exactly where he was in the dim light for his own knowledge.

"Please sir, I promise you there's no shady business afoot, as soon as I arrive, you will be made aware of everything."

Damon opened his mouth to refuse but paused for a second. He had nothing better to do, he had nowhere to go. And more importantly, if it was shady people, he had no money to be swindled off and no one to pay ransom if he was kidnapped.

And it could be someone wanting to give him a job. A lot of the people he'd delivered things to over the years had been impressed by him, maybe this was one of them.

"Mr Langston?" The voice echoed again.

He swallowed,

"Okay fine. But see, I'm not quite sure where I am. I think it's a bus stop right outside Green Bay estate but it's too dark to be sure. You got that?"

"Yes sir! I'll be on my way immediately."

"Sure. Okay." Damon replied before the call was ended.

About 30 minutes later, Damon blinked as three luxurious cars drove and pulled to a stop right in front of him. From the middle car, a man in his mid-40s stepped out looking like wealth itself – if money was a person. Beside him were security men dressed in suits looking sharp.

"Huh?" Damon blinked up at the man as he approached him. He was confused, what was going on here?

The man bowed to him.

"My Prince." He greeted.