Selena ate her lunch in silence, Alfred stood at the end of the dining with his eyes fixed on her, she could tell because he was bad at it. Selena was an agent and so she was an expert when it comes to spying on people, Alfred was doing a bad job.
She ate her lunch in silence, she didn't bother checking her phone to know if he had replied her messages, she guessed he must be busy or perhaps he didn't care to. Whatever his reason was, Selena didn't care.
"Am I allowed to walk outside, I'm not going to leave the mansion grounds, I just feel confined inside. I'll just stretch my legs a little" Selena spoke as she watched Alfred pack the plates, she wanted to do it herself but Alfred didn't let her.
"You'll have to take permission from the young master" Alfred answered and without further words, he walked out of the dining room.
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"Don't you think you were a bit harsh" Dylan complained from where he sat in Damien's office, he had his arms crossed and his legs stretched out on the table as he looked at Damien with a stern expression.
Damien still had his eyes fixed on the files and he didn't bother to pay any attention to the man.
"I mean she asked about you today, all of a sudden you are avoiding her" Dylan complained with a scrutinizing gaze. He had noticed the sulky mood Selena had this morning.
"I'm busy with work" Damien answered, his voice was cold and his eyes kept scanning the files, he didn't even bother to bat an eye in Dylan's direction.
"Oh please" Dylan spoke and then he got up from his chair and walked towards Damien's desk. "All of a sudden you are acting like you are interested in doing all the work, you are a workaholic, I get it, but you have a wife now and so you need to spend your time with her" Dylan couldn't stand it any longer. He always knew that this friend of his was a stubborn asshole but he never thought he was this stubborn.
"Do I need to remind you of what happened three days ago" Dylan added. Three days ago this man was freaking out, he lost his cool, he was on the verge of going on a killing spree because of Selena. He tortured an agent, almost killing him and then he drove out like a mad man. He even had to call some Russian goons to help him find her.
"That night you were going crazy just because she was kidnapped for a few hours, and now you have her, you are being distant, you didn't even give her the chance to say thank you, you just started ghosting her" Dylan complained and then he walked around the desk so he was standing behind Damien and then he looked at the files.
"These had been checked by your assistant already, why are you still going through them?" Damien asked. "You are just avoiding her on purpose right?" Dylan asked again.
"What are you in my office?" Damien asked.
"Why are you avoiding your wife?" Dylan asked back. He knew he was not suppose to be intruding in whatever was going on between the both of them but he felt bad for the girl and he knew how aloof this friend of his could be.
"I'm not avoiding Selena" Damien answered.
"So why don't you want to return back to the mansion?" Dylan asked again.
"Because I have work to do, I recently discovered that I had a mole in my company, you don't expect me to sit at home having breakfast" Damien asked and then he raised his eyes from his files and looked at Dylan.
"Don't give me that look, we both know the mole is not the reason why you are here, and besides, you kicked him out of the building and you cleared his files" Dylan spoke with certainty "And don't forget that you have security to handle all of this" Dylan added.
"Are you done?" Damien asked.
"I have a business meeting to attend to this evening and so I won't be able to join her for dinner, I don't think Selena would appreciate sitting in that big dining hall by herself" Dylan explained. The reason he had been stopping to eat dinner with her was because he knew that the girl wouldn't appreciate having to eat dinner all by herself.
"She has Alfred" Damien spoke before picking up his phone and then unconsciously his hand tapped on the chat icon and then he stared at her last message.
"Alfred is a boring old man, don't tell him I said that, and you know Alfred doesn't like her" Dylan answered.
"Too bad" Damien spoke while his eyes stayed on the screen.
"You better go home to your wife Damien, although I enjoy her company, driving back and forth from your mansion to my condo every day is a lot of work" Dylan complained before he walked out of the door.
Damien continued to stare at his phone for a while before he typed in a response and sent a message. He waited for a few minutes but still no reply, but then his phone rang and his whole body tense when he saw the called ID.
"Alfred" Damien called his name.
"Good evening young master, sorry to disturb you but the young miss had been asking for permission to go out. She said she'll only walk in the mansion grounds and she promised not to go outside the gates" Alfred explained. He had been hesitant to make the call but he felt bad keeping the poor girl inside and so he decided to call.
"Have one of the men escort her" Damien answered and then he ended the call, he glanced at his phone but still there was no reply from her.
Dylan was right, Damien was keeping himself locked up in his office because he was confused. He couldn't face her, he had no idea why he reacted that way that night and he had been thinking hard about it but still he couldn't bring himself to accept facts.
Damien got up from his chair and then he called his driver asking him to get the car ready, without spending a minute more, he strode out of his office doors.