Damian Stone
In the distance on one of the corners of Central Park, there was a car, alone in the middle of the night. It wasn't unusual, many people left their cars parked everywhere, but this one was different, it was a polarized car; It must be someone important or simply a crazy person with millionaire delusions. It crossed my mind as I crossed the street in front of the car without imagining that inside it was Damian Stone, the very king of New York, if not of the entire world. Which would be a very impressive novelty since his subordinates were always watching. He just stood there watching in the middle of the darkness.
About Damian Stone
In the distance on one of the corners of Central Park, there was a car, alone in the middle of the night. It wasn't unusual, many people left their cars parked everywhere, but this one was different, it was a polarized car; It must be someone important or simply a crazy person with millionaire delusions. It crossed my mind as I crossed the stree...Read more