In the evening, at Ashford Holdings,
Damien leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly after sealing the deal with the new investors. All that remained was finding vendors to resume his stalled project. He was confident his team could handle it.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment of calm, but a knock on the door sounded too sharp and ominous. When the door opened, his eyes darkened at the sight of the man entering.
Lawrence Ashford. Early fifties. Damien's uncle. A director at Ashford Holdings and one of the contenders for the CEO position.
Tugging at a blazer that barely hid his belly, Lawrence flashed a crooked smile. "Damien, you succeeded. Congratulations."
Damien didn't bother hiding his distaste. Lawrence was the one who stirred the board into pushing for stricter actions against him.
