DAMIEN CROSS
997 Words
The sleek black car glided smoothly into the curb outside the towering headquarters of Cross International Resorts. Its tinted windows reflected against the bright morning sun. The chauffeur dressed in a crisp uniform stepped out hurriedly from the car and rushed to the other side of the Bentley Mulsanne and opened the rear door.
From the car emerged Damien Cross.
Tal,lean and undeniably handsome. He had the kind of presence that made people straighten up instinctively. His dark hair was neatly styled to the back ,his suit hugged his frame . He had the aura that screamed of old money and impeccable taste. Yet unlike the cold nature of most CEOs and intimidating character, Damien radiated something different. Not only was he warm,but he was approachable and had little or no issues with his employees. But beneath that warmth and friendly nature,lay a quiet authority that needed no announcement.
“Good morning Mr Cross”,the doorman greeted, his voice trembling a bit.
“Morning Larry. How's your daughter's health ?”. Damien replies with a faint smile.
Mr Larry blinked in surprise”She's…she's doing well sir. Thank you so much for remembering “.
Damien nodded, already walking further into the resort. His steps were firm with the confidence of a man who was used to being watched by the public. Inside the lobby,whispers broke out the moment he entered.
“Oh My God that's Damien Cross”
“True that's him”
“Jeez,he's more handsome in person”
“Don't stare to much”
Interns gawked , executives tried to compose themselves and even the receptionist seemed to stand taller as Damien passed . His presence felt magnetic, drawing the hearts of the people who stared at him.
He strode into his private elevator that would convey him into his office. When the doors of the elevator finally closed, the lobby buzzed with chatter.
“He actually said good morning to me once,” an employee whispered.
“Liar “
“I swear,that day I was so surprised
Another said,”Forget it, every woman in this building wants him”.
Upstairs, on the top floor, Vincent, his longtime assistant, was already waiting with a black tablet in his hand.
“Good morning sir”, Vincent greeted, walking behind him steadily as Damien strode into his expensive office. Floor to ceiling windows framed the glittering city skyline with sunlight reflecting on the polished wood floors.
“Morning Vincent. Alright let me hear what you have to say”, Damien replies while shrugging off his coat.
Vincent scrolled through his notes.”As at yesterday,Cross international Resorts has exceeded projections by 6 percent this quarter. Bookings for the Santorini eco villas are already eighty percent full for the year. Also the expansion into the Mediterranean luxury market is going smoothly “.
Damien leaned softly on his desk,his hands folded as he nodded approvingly.”Good. Keep pushing the eco villa project. That's the future of this resort. People want luxury and also want conscience.
“Noted sir”, Vincent replied,jotting down quickly. “The Dubai batch has some issues sir. There's been a delay in the construction materials . If the problem isn't solved soon ,the timeline would have to be pushed back by three months”.
Damien brows furrowed though his voice remained calm.”Contact our suppliers directly. If they can't fix it,I'll go over and handle it myself. There has to be no delays with this project - it's our entry point into the Middle East”.
“Yes sir”.
Vincent continued,”The American Merger proposal with Chariot Travel Agency has been sent already to your email and it awaits your response “.
“They are a good agency,but lack proper management “, Damien murmured leaning back slowly to his chair,”I'll look into it later”.
Vincent nodded then swiped again on his tablet. “The company's financial status is strong overall. Net profits increased by eleven percent compared to last quarter. Customer satisfaction ratings have hit an all time height”
Damien smiled faintly”Not bad”
Vincent finally closed the tablet.”That's all for today sir but uhhh..your mother requested for me to clear up your schedule tonight. She said she's been trying to convince you to have dinner with her but you keep on saying you are busy “.
Damien frowned slightly”Alright then clear my schedule for tonight and tell her I would- or don't worry I'll call her and inform her myself “,he replied.
“Alright “ Vincent replied and turned to leave ,but then paused as though he had remembered something,”Ahh-one more thing “
Damien raised a brow,”What's the matter?”
“There's an invitation that came in from the Sterling Group of companies. They would be observing their annual gala event and you are invited as one of the special guests . Invitations were scarce but they insisted yours to be delivered personally as they want you to come specially”Vincent said .
Damien leaned back softly.’Tell me Vincent, do you think there would be anything I would benefit from attending the gala?”,he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes sir,the nations most influential families would be in attendance..investors and shareholders of various powerful firms will also be there . If I may say sir, I feel it's not just an ordinary gala event, but a night where major connections are made”,he
said and paused slightly,as if allowing his words to sink in,”Which would be very beneficial for the company sir”, he added.
Damien tapped his fingers steadily on the table for some seconds and stared blankly as if lost in thoughts “Alright then. Clear up my schedule for tomorrow night as well. I'll be attending the gala “
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