Damian beamed, clearly proud of the growth he thought he was witnessing. He leaned against the desk, shifting the conversation. "And what about King? Will you finally forgive him for... well, for sleeping with Elara? He's been asking to come back into the fold."
Sebastian's gaze sharpened, the coldness of a Creed returning to his eyes. "I'm starting a new life, Damian. People like King people who don't understand loyalty have no place in it. I don't want him around me, and I don't want his name mentioned again."
He sat down, pulling the merger files toward him and opening them with clinical precision. "Let's go over the logistics of the deal we just closed. I want the integration started by Monday."
Damian nodded, diving into the paperwork, unaware that beneath the desk, Sebastian's hand was still resting on the drawer that held the photo of the woman he was currently stalking, the woman he intended to win back, no matter how many lies he had to tell his friends or the world.
—
