CHAPTER 47
Damien’s POV
"f**k," I muttered inwardly as I watched the numbers dip once more on the charts. Could the day get any worse? Absolutely not, I guess.
Just when I leaned back on my chair, about to relax a little, a knock pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Hey, man," a familiar voice filled my office.
I looked up to see Richards Langston looking like he just stepped out of a conference hall. Like he'd be anywhere else. A navy blue Italian suit, crisp white shirt, polished shoes, and a sharp, expensive, masculine scent completed the portrait of my number one investor and financial advisor. Not officially, but his friendship with my father granted him the position, according to the Sterling family.
"Hey," I answered, uninterested.
"Listen, man." He stepped in closer and sat on the
