Damian's P.O.V
I exhaled and turned back around to her, "Mother, how many times have I told you to inform me before you drop by my office"
She shot me a narrowed look, her legs crossed, feets tapping the marble tiles relentlessly. "I need to inform you first?" She repeated like it was the most incredulous thing.
"I'm working"
"Oh please" she doubted and I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. She always comes uninvited. "I heard you lost the bid to host the Sterling convention this year"
I huffed in disbelief, "that was a need-to-know-basis and who keeps telling you all this?"
"I'm a shareholder in this company, Damian. And oh, so is your ex wife!" She exclaimed and my jaw dropped open before I walked back to the table to her, "what does that have to do with anything?"
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