CONFRONTATION

DAMIAN’S POV

I stood by the transparent office window as I watched the cityscape while I spoke into my phone.

The call was with Anthony Gates, a loyal investor who had been with me for over a decade.

“My personal assistant was supposed to help me reach out to you, but I insisted on making the call myself,” I said, while my tone remained professional.

“My schedule is tight, and I wouldn’t be able to attend. But I hope a $20 million donation isn’t too little. I would do more as my contributions soon, but pardon my absence.”

Anthony was about to launch his new airline, and his event was important for the press coverage. I wanted to support him, even if I couldn’t be there in person.

“Not at-“ I continued, but I was abruptly cut off when my office door flung open and slammed into the wall. That would be $20million in damage if anything happened to it.

I turned, my gaze shifted from the cityscape to the chaos that erupted behind me,

Victoria.

She stormed in; her heels clicked aggressive