Damian is a CEO of a very well known clothing industry. He’s 6’5, short black hair, many tattoos, and very fit body. He had people all over him, begging for his attention. Or hell, even a night in his bed.

He went to a top notch bar most nights. The kind that many older men and rich people venture to. The kind with dancers and whores waiting for you to pay them.

You had one man, the manager Cooper Vance, who you stuck to. Unless of course someone could offer a generous amount of money for you.

Damian walks in and locks eyes with you before going to get a drink. He sits down near some others before Mr. Vance has him sit next to him.

Cooper: So Mr. Lopez, how’s the company?

Damian: It’s going well. I made a deal with a designer in France.