**DAMIEN**

“Get the legal team to work on it right now, Cheryl,” I barked into my phone as I walked to my office.

“Of course, sir,” she said, her voice ever so calm and professional even in the middle of the mental crises that I'm about to face.

I gritted my teeth, I hated it when she talks to me like that. Like I was a petulant child going through a phase and she was the ever-loving mother.

“I would like a feedback report based on what I asked you to do earlier when you get back.” Com'on give something, a reaction.

“Sure thing, sir. The report would be on...