Somewhere in NYC.
Ashton sat with a huge pile of paper and made a face looking at it. Damien, who was sitting near him with his laptop -frowned at his laziness.
"Stop pouting! You look like a constipated patient." Damien said with a straight face , still looking at his laptop.
"Asshole, be grateful. I am over working myself only to search for your personal assistant! And here you are being–ungrateful drama queen!"
Damien shrugged."You yourself said you will do the work, now don't complain!"
"As if I had any other option!? It's you –The great Damien Ryder, and you always find a way to torture me with works! " Ashton narrowed his eyes and glared at him, who in return just shrugged.
"Just shut up and do your work." Damien said nonchalantly.
"What ever! And you please don't over work that poor soul. I am your best friend so I can handle your mood swings but that poor soul won't be able to, so please be kind." Ashton said making a face.
"You don't have to teach me –to be polite! I will test them in my own way. "
"That's what I am afraid of." Ashton muttered under his breath.
"You said something?"
Giving Damien, a big smile showing his thirty-two teeth, Ashton shook his head.
"Good." Buttoning down his blazer he walk out from Aston's cabin to his.
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Entering his cabin, he opened his blazer and hung it on the back of his chair and sat down on his chair with a sigh.
Dialing a number, he waited for someone to pick up the call.
"Hello."
Damien felt his throat dry and head spin. A lump form him throat. He cleared his throat and tried to reply but, he couldn't.
"Hello, who is it?"
"Hello?"
And then the line went dead so ,his soul.
Why, why is it so hard? Why God is punishing him? He thought to himself.
Gulping the lump that formed in his throat and ranking his hand through his hair he let his body loose.
No, No,NO! He won't let this happen, only she is the magic who can heal him.
Banging his hands against the table, he let out a sigh of frustration.
Taking a deep breath he dailed another number.
"Papers are ready right? I fucking want this to happen at any cost!" He barked at the caller.
"No, I don't care! I want to meet her and want her here with me at any cost! Do whatever it takes!"
Raking his hand through his hair he breathed heavily.
"Yes, get everything ready! No a single mistake this time or else–"
Cut the call after this warning, and gulped some water to calm himself.
He have to be strong if he wants to win this battle. He though to himself.
But before any of that, he need to clear the mess his now ex-PA and secretary created.
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Damien and John , his private detective sat in one of his secret room , discussing about the files that were stolen by Lisa from his office.
"Whom do you think she gave these files to?" Damien scrunched his brows whilst looking a the video.
"Right now, we have no clue. This video is not enough to find out –who is behind all of this." John scratched his beard and tried analyzing the video.
"Then find it damit!" Damien banged his hand on the table.
"Sir, I am trying my best. And don't worry we will find it soon." John gulped in fear.
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO TRY, YOU HAVE TO DO IT AT ANY COST. "
"Ye-Yes ,sir." John stammered.
"Now, try to zoom into the video again and check if you can find any clue." Damien tried to calm his temper and gulped some water before looking at the cctv footage that was being played by John in slow motion.
"Sir, you see that?" John said excitedly, zooming into the video. Damien ears perked up in attention and he looked at the screen.
What he saw next left him confused with lots of questions.
The video zoom in to the man's wrist who was holding Lisa, and there was a big scorpion tattooed on his left wrist.
"What do you think it is?" Damien asked spinning a paper weight and looking at the now paused video carefully.
"Sir, this looks like some kind of symbol of a gang." John scrunched his brows and looked at the zoom video.
"Find out more about it and tell me. And I want all the information by tomorrow evening, or else–"
Damien gave a I-will-kill-you-if-you-don't-do glare and walked away buttoning his blazer.
Entering the car he slamed the car door with a bang and unbuttoned his shirt's first few buttons, he speed towards his office.
He clenched and un-clenched his jaw, his hold on the steering wheel tighten and his knuckle turned white.
He speed his car toward his office; parking his car, he entered the his office cabin. Entering the cabin , he closed the door with a loud bang and Ashton, who was sitting on his chair and munching chocolate fell on the floor with a thud.
"What the heck is wrong with you buttface!? You keep doing this all the time dude!" Ashton pouted and rubbed his back.
"Does it look like I care?" Damien said with a straight face and sat on the chair Ashton was sitting previously.
"Now tell me what you wanted to talk?" Damien opened his laptop and started to type.
"List is read. We have listed three final candidates. One each from London, Paris and India."
"Ohkay. Anything else that I need to know about them?"
"OneOfThemIsAGirl." Ashton said in a single breathm
"What? Speak in a language that human's can understand you alien!" Damien glared.
"One of them is a girl" Ashton said under his breath.
"Say out loud , idiot!"
"Hey, here is the file that you asked me." Conversation was cut in between as Ally entered his cabin.
"Awesome timing, Al. " Ashton jumped from his place and took files from Ally's hand and slammed it on table, pulled her in front of Damien.
"What the heck is going on here, just tell me all ready!" Damien said in frustration.
"Explain him everything, Ally." Ashton said and hid behid Ally.
"What explain? What's going on guys?" Ally looked from Aston to Damien in confusion.
Aston whispered in Ally's ears," About the new candidates we selected for PA's post.
Please deal with the demon babe."
Ashton made puppy dog face.
"Fine!"
"So Damien , we have finalized three candidates for your PA's post. And three of them are from : London, Paris and India."
"They are the ones." She gave him the files.
"And one of them is a female." She closed her eyes in fear.
"What!? I strictly told you both that no female is allowed in any of these post! How could you be so irresponsible!" Damien glared at both of them.
"It's not life she is going to be your bribe anyway. So, chill dude." Ashton laugh nervously.
"You better keep your mouth shut buttface! I know very nicely, this is your doing!"
If looks could kill, Ashton would have been ash by now.
No pun intended.
"But she is good , and she deserves a chance to prove herself. And we both will that her interview, than what the problem in that dude."
"I don't care wh–" Damien's words were cut off by ring of his phone.
"Hello?" He answered and frowned listening to the caller.
"No, it not done yet." He rank his hand through his hair.
And listening to what he said next, was enough to shake the floor beneath him.