Damien's POV
After reviewing the contract Michael had drafted and was satisfied, I asked Michael to take it to Ariana to sign. I completed the work I was doing and called Michael to report to my study.
"Here, communicate this to all the leaders of the various cities. As for the meeting, I will confirm the date tomorrow," I said, handing a document to Michael.
"Yes, Alpha," Michael replied, taking the document from my hand.
I noticed the side of his long-sleeved shirt was torn. I frowned.
"Are you not well paid?" I asked, and read the surprised look on his face.
"I am," Michael replied, his surprise evident in his voice.
"Why is your sleeve torn?" I asked, relaxing in my seat.
Michael checked both sides of his sleeves before replying to my question, looking stupid.
"I am sorry, A
