The sound of the elevator doors sliding open was hollow—too loud in the quiet that had become Damon’s life. Once, that same sound had heralded assistants rushing forward with files, investors waiting with handshakes, flashes of cameras from interviews that painted him as the unstoppable CEO of Smith Industries.
Now, it was only the echo of his own footsteps and the stale air of a building that no longer belonged to him.
He walked into his office—former office—and stared at the stripped walls. The Smith logo that had once glowed proudly behind his desk was gone, removed like a wound covered too late. His desk, once cluttered with contracts and stock reports, was bare except for a single envelope.
Inside were the final documents: confirmation of his bankruptcy filing. The end of everythin
