Since the morning jog, I have been avoiding Damon, but I won't be safe now, it is time for our briefing and I would be alone with Eric, Michael, and Damon so avoiding him are as good as impossible right now. I sat on my own side of the table which was on the right side of Damon. He looked at me for a second but turned away when his eyes met mine. He put the file on the projector which showed a list of people. Getting up from his chair he moves to the front, the outline of his six-pack showing through his black t-shirt but his stern and cold look just made the entire scene better. He would make a wonderful overbearing CEO back to the matter at hand.
"These people are the hostages kidn*pped," he pointed at a woman maybe in her end thirties, "Jonea Mersil, female, 40 years old, Counselor of
