Third Person POV
It's the second day of Damian's business trip. He misses Sierra so much, so he vows to go home as soon as he finishes tomorrow's last meeting with the client. He already told Zoke to book his flight tomorrow, unaware that Zoke has his own mission.
He reached for his phone and saw Sierra's messages. He smiled unconsciously and tapped a reply to Sierra and sent it. After a while of giggling to himself, he felt some eyes watching him.
When he looked up, he saw Zoke standing beside his desk.
"Did you eat lunch already?" He asked as he slid his phone back into his suit pocket.
"I have not. I was waiting for you, sir." He explained, still hating his tone when Zoke calls him 'sir'.
"You can have your lunch. I don't have any job for you here right now." He said normally, acting as if he were not aware of Zoke monitoring him.
"How about you, sir?" Zoke casually asked. Zoke was really good at acting, but his gaze was too obvious.
