Damian POV
The room was silent, until I entered.
Every executive in the conference room rose the moment I stepped through the glass doors. My presence alone sliced through the air like a knife, all polished obsidian in my tailored black suit and matte tie. Not a wrinkle in sight, not a single detail out of place.
“Sit,” I said flatly, dropping a leather-bound folder on the table. My voice was low, calm, and completely devoid of warmth.
And they obeyed instantly.
I took the head of the table, clasping my hands as my icy gaze swept over the men and women seated before me.
“Let’s begin. we have ten minutes,” I said, making sure my eyes stayed fixed on them.
Markus, the lead strategist, cleared his throat nervously and opened a presentation on the projector. “Yes, sir. As you can see, t
