In my dad's family, three generations have been government officials. They've always stuck to their guns, never abused their power.
My mom and I have always stood by my dad's principles. We were really proud of him.
"Damon, I know you've got beef with my family. I get it, but can you separate personal feelings from business, okay?" I asked with sincerity.
Damon heaved a big sigh, "How can you expect a jerk to keep things professional?"
His gutsy confession of being a jerk left me at a loss for words.
Suddenly, Damon stood up and walked over to me. He bent down close to me, so close that I could see his eyelashes.
I held my breath, taken aback.
"I didn't target your family intentionally, but I could make Leger Corporation change their minds. You need my help?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes. That's exactly what I need." I tried to keep it cool.
