“Good to have you here, Damian.”
“You're behind schedule. We understand you may have had a little issue to put up with,” He mocked, sending a wink at Naomi, who was standing stiff and electrocuted.
He stretched forth his palm facing the roof, directing Damian to occupy the only vacant seat at the opposite end of the table from where he was standing.
Damian's blood raged in his veins, but his face was unreadable. In as much as he needed the contract, he despised that he was about reducing himself to nothing.
His thoughts blurred his vision, and he could only see his Aunt echoing how important the contract was and the warnings she spat earlier about Naomi. She was right.
Naomi tried reading his face to know why he hadn't said a word for the long five seconds, that felt like he was taki
