The sharp click of Damien Cavanaugh’s shoes echoed through the marbled floors of Black Cliff Hotel, each step measured, commanding. Heads turned as he passed, his tailored black suit fitting like a second skin. He barely spared a glance at the entrance guards as they straightened instinctively.“I don’t need an escort,” he said, raising a hand before they could speak. His tone brooked no argument. Without breaking stride, he headed toward the elevators.Inside, his assistant, Duffy, stood beside him, shifting uneasily. He was efficient, capable—but always on edge in Damien’s presence. That was how Damien preferred it. Complacency led to mistakes.As the elevator ascended, Duffy cleared his throat and handed over a phone. “Sir, it’s Aaron. He’s been calling repeatedly.”Damien’s gaze remained ahead. “I said no calls until five.”“I know, but he insisted. Said it’s urgent.”With a sigh, Damien took the phone. “What is it, Aaron?”“Uncle Damien! Finally, I got through!” Aaron’s chipper vo
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