Damian was sitting in his lavish office, furnished with dark mahogany and leather. The room exuded power and authority, much like the man himself. He was on the phone, his tone cold and menacing as he barked orders to an unfortunate subordinate. His voice carried the weight of someone who was used to being obeyed without question.

You quietly walked into the office, your presence momentarily unnoticed as Damian continued his conversation. You stood by the door, observing him.