DamianI took a glance at my wristwatch and then at the face of the officer, hoping to pass the message that my patience was wearing thin. But he just stared at me expressionless.I took a deep breath. “Look, officer, I don’t have all day. If you could just go straight to the point, I’d appreciate that.” I said, trying to keep my tone in check.“Well, Mr. Reynolds, what do you know about Charles Dawson?” He asked, his right hand hovering over a cup of coffee I didn’t notice earlier. I took a few seconds to watch him, to see if I could assess how much he knew and not give anything away. “He is a doctor…”“Was.” He interrupted. “He’s dead, remember? I confirmed it.” He added, taking a sip of the coffee.The image of Preston shooting him came to my mind, and I cleared my throat, the air feeling a bit hot despite the perfectly working air conditioner in the room.“He was barely an acquaintance, but I knew him,” I replied firmly. I didn’t know what he was playing at or what he was trying

Damian“I’ll be in my office.” I said to Mila when I was done with the meal. She had been watching me silently as I ate, and it was so unlike her to not make small talk. I guessed she wasn’t convinced that all was well.Her brows rose, almost connecting with her hairline, and I narrowed mine at her, wondering what the problem could be.“You’re not coming to the room with me? That’s what you do every other day after lunch.” She pouted, folding her arms across her chest.I forced a smile, gazing into her soft, innocent eyes. “I still have a few more things to take care of; going to the station caused a setback on the progress I would have made if I stayed here.” I explained, hoping it was enough to convince her.“Are you sure it is nothing? I mean the whole police thing.” She asked, her face etched with concern.“It’s nothing, my love.” I replied, standing up before she got the chance to say anything else. I couldn’t afford to tell her that the traumatic kidnap and death she witnessed h

Eliana After Victor left to go answer Damian’s clarion call, I was left alone in his room to converse with the voices in my head. I wanted nothing but to walk into Damian’s office and demand he tell me everything I needed to know, but I knew doing that would cause a lot of trouble for the one I love.Victor never talked about his family or where he comes from; the only thing he ever mentioned was his reason for working for Damian in the first place. It was the huge paycheck that attracted him, more than enough to provide for his family.He was fine with being the breadwinner. And now the bond between him and Damian was much more than an employer and employee relationship.When I realized I was never going to get the answers to why Damian had to go to the station unless Damian tells me by himself when he’s ready, which might be never, I decided to go meet Pearl in Jax’s room instead of feeling sorry for myself.I walked out of the room and into the hallways; the orange hues cast on it

Damian“We’re here, sir.” Victor said as soon as he parked the car in the driveway of the police station. I was too busy going over the statement in my hands for at least the tenth time since we left the estate that I didn’t notice when we got to the station. We left Xavier at home to write some important materials we needed for his infiltration. It was nice of him to agree to help Pearl and Jax, especially since he didn’t have to. If he was willing to use his family name, then he must really be into Pearl.“Alright.” I muttered, taking off my seatbelt. “If I’m not out in an hour, come find out the reason why.” I ordered, getting out before he got the chance to reply. I took a deep breath, the document tucked tightly under my arm. I stared at the building for a minute, not because I was scared but because I didn’t think I was ready to see Preston; I might not be able to contain my anger if I laid my eyes on him. I pushed the doors open and strolled into the room; it was a lot quiet

DamianAs we were about to start discussing further issues, a soft knock on the door interrupted our conversation. "Come in," I called out, obviously expecting it to be one of girls, probably Mila or maybe even Pearl checking in on us.I hadn’t seen any of them all day so it was normal for them to wander towards the office in search of me. The door creaked open, and Mila's cheerful face appeared, a warm smile spreading across her features.“Young men, you missed breakfast well I hope you’re hungry because lunch is ready," she announced like she was performing an advertisement on television, her eyes flicking between us, taking in the relaxed atmosphere.I nodded, pushing back my chair slightly. "We'll be right there, Mila." I said, a small smile on my face.She nodded, her smile never faltering, and slipped out, closing the door softly behind her.As the door clicked shut, I quickly urned to Victor, to give him the last information and order from our meeting, as the plan formed in