Damien’s POV
My eyes widen at the sight of my mother entering my office
with a smirk on her face, leaving me groaning, knowing what she’s going to say. The same thing that made me get married, even when I didn't want to, leaving me frustrated.
“Why are you doing this,” She asks, eyebrows furrowed as she eyes the files on my desk. Then she turns to look at Jack, my assistant for the past three years. One of her hands goes up to lift her sunglasses, “Damian Graham it's unlike you to ignore my calls, is it what that poor orphan has done to you, how can—”
