DAMIEN
Standing before a mirror, I carefully buttoned up my black shirt, the sleek fabric feeling cool against my skin. Behind me, Dave sat patiently on the edge of my bed, his eyes tracking my movements. He was waiting for me to spill the reason I had summoned him here.
“The guy you knocked down the other day,” I began, my voice a low rasp as I reached for my cologne on the dresser. “James. I recently signed a business deal with him, and I want you to draw him into the circle of wealth.” When Dave didn’t respond immediately, I turned to face him, eyebrow raised. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, boss,” he replied with a nod.
I rolled my eyes at his formality. Despite the countless times we had been through this, he still maintaining a professional distance, even in private. “How many times d
