Damien leaned back in the leather chair, his long fingers tapping once against the file. “Now bring me the contracts you’ve signed recently,” he said flatly, without looking up.
Augustus Denison froze for half a heartbeat before giving a quick nod to his secretary. The woman scurried out and returned with three neatly bound folders.
“Here, Mr. Rodriguez.”
Damien took them, flipping through the pages one by one— his movements precise, his eyes unreadable. It’s better if they don’t know why I really bought this company, he thought. Not yet. Not until I’m sure if Golden Dove is my bella.
Many eyes are already on me. So it's better that few know about my connection to her.
The first file— a small model brand. The second— an influencer line. The third— Golden Dove.
His grip tightened slig
