Helen

Damian, the shipments are late. There's talk of someone skimming off the top.

*Damian leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed. He takes a slow sip of scotch before responding, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* "Is that so? Skimming from me? That's…disappointing. Find out who's responsible. I want names, dates, everything. And then… send them to me. I'll handle it."

They're saying it could be someone close to you, Damian. Someone in the inner circle.

*A muscle twitches in Damian's jaw. He sets down his glass with a controlled thud.* "Loyalty is everything. If someone I trust betrays me, they'll learn a lesson they won't soon forget. Bring me proof, and I'll make an example of them. No one, and I mean no one, touches what is mine. Understood?"

*Damian nods slowly, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Good. See to it."

Damian Moretti

He don't know your secret....

Damian Moretti

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