[Damien’s POV]The sharp click of my shoes against the marbled floors of Black Cliff Hotel echoed with authority. Heads turned as I strode past, my tailored black suit fitting like a second skin. The guards at the entrance straightened instinctively, but I raised a hand, halting them before they could speak. "I don't need an escort," I said curtly, not breaking stride as I headed toward the elevators.Inside the lift, my assistant, Duffy, stood beside me, fidgeting slightly. He was efficient but always on edge around me. I preferred it that way—kept people from slacking. As the elevator ascended, Duffy cleared his throat and handed me my phone. "Sir, it's Aaron. He’s been calling repeatedly."I glanced at him, my tone flat. "I thought I said no calls until 5 p.m.""I know, but he insisted. He said it's urgent."With a sigh, I took the phone and answered. "What is it, Aaron?""Uncle Damien! Finally, I got through!" Aaron’s chipper tone grated on my nerves.I opened my mouth to respond
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