Damien arrived at Carlton’s residence shortly after leaving the restaurant. Ash drove so fast that Damien thought it would have been the end of his life. Carlton greets them from the porch and leads them into his humble house. “Sorry for the mess.” Carlton rubbed the back of his head and opens the door to his house. “I just arrived from work as well so I didn’t have the time to clean.”“It’s not a big issue.” Damien shrugged. He didn’t really mind it because there was nothing to mind. His house was exceptionally neat. The lawn was mowed and there was no litter. He noticed that he also had a huge dog sleeping under his pen. “I thought you would mind.” Carl replied. “You live in a very luxurious mansion after all with all the maids looking after you.”“And where did I live before that?”Carlton looked at Ash cluelessly. “In an orphanage,” Damien replied to his own question. “If anything, your place is cozier than mine.”“Wow.” Carlton couldn't believe his ears. “You actually complimen
“You have two meetings today, Mr. Blackwell.” Noel told his boss as they were walking on a long hallway towards the conference hall. “One with Mr. Albert Gazett and Mrs. Eloise Claude; and the other— with our special client.”Damien wore his usual effortless and confident look as he strode in the halls, captivating every employee he passes on. They bow at him respectfully and when he finally is out of sight, they breathe their sighs of relief and whisper praises about their boss. “What time do we meet with our special client?”“At two in the afternoon.” Noel replied. “Ash is currently keeping an eye on the point of rendezvous. Right now, you should focus on your exchange with Mrs. Claude and Mr. Gazett.”They walk towards the elevator and find other employees waiting for it as well. As soon as Damien appeared, they quickly dispersed away, allowing him to take the elevator first. He enters.“What information do we have of Mr. Gazett?”“He is a big critic, Sir.” Noel pushes his spectac
"Damien."The male stops midway as Mrs. Eloise calls him from the the end of the hallway. He turns his head around. "A word?""I'm quite busy right now." Damien glanced at his watch. "But for you, I shall make time."Eloise smiled proudly and beckoned him to a corner. "Alone, please."Noel steps aside and Damien appraoched her. They settle in a corner behind the wall just to the right of the conference room door. "I'm impressed you managed to keep that scummy old man, silent." she starts. "Though he is a very good businessman and his company is quite successful, I must remind you that you mustn't lower your guard around him.""Is it because he is well acquainted with the Coltons?"Eloise's eyes widen a bit. "Wow. I can't believe you know about that. Seasoned businessmen who have crossed their paths are the only one who notice. I'm impressed that you did.""I had my bodyguard do a background check on him." Damien confidently replied."Speaking of your bodyguard, I don't think I am see
The door closes behind them and Damien points to the coffee table just across the room. President Hemmingway makes himself comfortable and removes his coat. Wine was served and a few biscuits, but neither of them touched the food on the table. Damien slowly made his way into the couch as well. He was nervous, but it wasn’t obvious on his face. Damien wore his graceful yet deceiving smile as he sat across the President’s chair. The President did not look welcoming at all.“You have a wonderful home, Mr. Blackwell.” The President reaches out for one of the biscuits and takes one to lessen the choking atmosphere around them. “Thank you,” Damien replied with a blank face, there was no gratitude towards the compliment at all. Damien didn’t even know if his compliment was genuine. “But surely my home is nothing compared to yours, President Hemmingway.”The President falls into laughter, but Damien could tell how forced it was. “You are very funny. Very much like your father. It’s such a sh
Damien took a deep breath before smiling back at the man in front of him. The man who holds responsibility for keeping the country safe— is now passing the job onto him.“Are you able to do it, Damien?” “What kind of question is that?” Damien chuckled mockingly. “A drug cartel is a piece of cake for the Vigilantes. I will need to know more about the leader of the drug cartel and what you have against him. I doubt the reasons you told me are true.”The president has a hesitant look on his face before he sighs. “I am not supposed to disclose this with anyone else aside from those in the high office, but you seem to require it before doing the job.”Damien could now sense that the President’s reasons for wiping out the Sumerkis had a deeper cause. “There’s something you are not telling me.” Damien raised an eyebrow. “Drug cartel in this country? The Sumerkis specifically? Don’t make me laugh. I know you are aware there are hundreds of them around. Why the Sumerkis only?”“Hah.” Hemming
"They're taking their sweet time, huh." Ash walked back and forth against the door with Noel standing behind her. Inside that room, Damien was securing a request from the President who has come to meet them himself. "What do you think they're talking about right now?" "Calm down Ash," Noel told her. "I'm sure Master is doing his best to come up with a decision." "I say we blow the enemies' brains out— eek!" All of a sudden the door slams open and Ash hides behind Noel in surprise. Damien and the President looked at Ash with serious faces and then moves their eyes away. She could swear their gazes meant something else. Hemmingway then turns to Damien and stretches out a hand. "I look forward to the fulfillment of the task, Mr. Blackwell." "Of course. It is my pleasure to be of service to you. The Vigilantes will not fail you." The President then turns to Ash Harlock and then looks back at Damien with a wary face. "What I told about her is merely a rumor. However, nothing will
Ash watched closely when Noel left the dinner table. He had told her that he was going to the comfort room, but she knew for sure it wasn’t the reason for leaving the table. The members of the mafia were having a blast as Damien has secured a very important deal and thus, they were rewarded with a feast. She heard his phone ring and saw Damien’s name flashing on it. Ash handed the phone earlier to Noel without paying too much attention to it. Noel gets the call and then leaves to reason out, marking Ash’s face with worry.She returned to her seat and watched as the secretary fidgeted his way out of the dining hall. Noel gave Ash one last look and the girl raised her soda can at him, but Noel smiles hesitantly at her and then leaves. Ash's eyes then turn cold. ‘What the hell was that all about?” she raised her question and then stood up from her seat to follow the secretary. Noel entered Damien’s room and had a small conference with him and by the time he went out, she slowly started
“You consent to this, Mr. Blackwell?!” Everyone in the conference room couldn’t believe what they had just heard. Being in partnership with Gazett was shocking enough, but to stoop as low to bring the Coltons into the collaboration was something they did not fathom! Not only did the Coltons’ business shrank into bankruptcy, but it was also a boiling pot of complaints and a bad reputation. “Indeed, the Colton’s physical shops are in good condition! However, the consumers have never even considered buying from them! This is because of the bad reputation of their shops! Are you sure that putting our limited-time stocks in these eleven stores are going to make an impact? I say we distribute these to the next highest-ranking distributor! They’d be more capable than the Coltons of handling these precious goods!” “How dare you accuse the Coltons!” Gazett was fuming. It was already becoming clear who he had been working with. “Their shops continue to sell goods and has been satisfactory whe