THIRD PERSON’S POV
Damien sat at his usual table at The Sterling Club. The private dining room was quiet. The place was built for men who liked power and privacy. Waiters moved in and out without a sound, refilling glasses and adjusting plates.
His best friends, Simon and Nate sat across from him. They were both dressed in expensive suits. They were talking about a recent acquisition deal. Simon spoke confidently, outlining profit margins and expansion plans. Nate spoke about numbers from the stock market that morning.
Damien nodded. He answered when directly asked, but his attention was divided. His phone rested near his hand, lighting up every few seconds with work emails. His eyes kept dropping to the screen.
Nate laughed as he mentioned a competitor who had lost a major c
