MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Damon's return to his company

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A black Maybach came to a halt with two other cars accompanying it. The cars drew attention, lots of attention the very moment it stopped right at the entrance of the skyscraper that belonged to no other person than Damon Roxwell. It puzzled a lot of people. Who would have such flashy cars that would stop in front of the mighty building of the Roxwell? Men on black suits and sunglasses came out from both of the cars and lined up in front of the Maybach and the door was pulled open.

Black, leather shoes from one of the most expensive fashion houses in the state and long legs that stretched out of the car were the first to be seen. A pair of grey pants followed by long legs that slide off the car. Then the king himself came to view with his silver hair almost covering his eyes as the wind blew against it. Within an instance, he tugged at the button of his jacket, the wind blew against it as well, giving him an image of a hot model in a photoshoot. His suit did nothing to hide his huge chest and broad shoulders and the scowl he had on his face did nothing to hide how handsome and beautiful, if we were permitted to say that he was. His white shirt was neatly buttoned to his chest and the rest upward were left open.

Everyone gasped at the sight of him as fear struck their heart. Most took a step back from where they stood, scared of the fearsome man who had just stepped down from a car they had never seen before while others gape in admiration and heartwarming warmth. Most of his employees who had been outside the building hurried back into the building in fear and to warn the others about the unexpected return of their boss, and others attempted a bow as he walked past them into the building without a care in the world. Yet, their attempts were simply too lame, fear had taken root in their hearts within a split second and it had felt like their bones had completely gone stiff from seeing someone like him.

Damon strode into his building with his long legs taking him far while guards surrounded him. His receptionist stood up to greet whoever had entered into the building and had gone pale with her mouth wide open when she realised it was her boss. He paid her no attention and walked past her like she was too irrelevant, which in his case, she was. His company seemed crowded and busy and it had deepened the frown he had on his face. Indeed, the building of Roxwell enterprise was always busy, but not to such an extent of it being seen as a marketplace. Damon could see his staff who had stroll down run away in an instance just at the sight of him, and he could tell how everyone became on high alert more than they usually did. He only wished that it was not what he was thinking. He simply wanted to return to work and nothing more. The situation that had arisen had taken away his precious time and resources and his company had greatly suffered for it, he had to get everything back tenfold and he was eager to begin.

The elevator beeped and came to a halt at the highest floor. The door opened and the sound of scampering feet were the first thing he heard, followed by chairs being dragged and hearts beating loud, whispers, then gasps and fearful yelping. He could smell something fishing in the air, he had perceived it from the entrance of the building and he could feel a storm coming.

When he stepped out of the elevator it went ghostly quiet. His secretary staggered his way to him with trembling feet and lots of papers in his hands while his eyes remained lowered. Damon glared at him for a moment, remembering that his secretary had been the one to convince him to go to that gathering that almost ended him. He had wanted to kill the man in the first instance but had found out that he knew nothing about the issue and plot that had risen against him.

“Sir…..” his voice came out squeaky.

“Good morning….sir….it…” he stuttered. Damon ignored him and took a step forward as he stared at the employees and executives that all looked serious. Most were flipping through papers, others staring at the monitor in front of them, few writing down something while others made noises with papers, clips, mouse and a lot more. The sight of it all made anger rise inside of him and the storm he had felt started forming rapidly inside of him.

“It’s so nice…and pleasant having you back sir” his secretary continued to blab on, and lied in the process. He knew his workers would prefer that he suddenly fall sick and remain at home, they always hated having him at the office. But fear could make any one spit just about anything. Damon paid no more attention to him, his eyes remained with his workers as he took dangerous steps towards them ready to rain storm.

“Good morning, sir,” they chorused when he got closer but he perceived the panic in the air, it was the strongest he had ever perceived in his office. In order to try his theory and confirm his thought, he raised his hand in the air and the secretary who was speaking so much stopped abruptly.

“I need the papers on the deal with Filine incorporative,” he announced loudly with his voice booming in the office. He sounded like an ice king with how cold and empty his voice sounded and it sent fear into their hearts but no one stepped forward with any papers. Instead, it went even still and quiet like they had all held their own breath. It only angered Damon the more when the silent treatment was given to him.

“Plans for the construction of the William Park university” he announced again, with his voice going colder and harder. The stillness of the office went even quieter that a single hair falling to the ground could be heard. Yet no one came forth, they all remained seated and trembled before him. It only angered him more, his frown deepened till the handsome face he had suddenly had wrinkles, red blazing wrinkles. He looked like he was about to spit fire from his ears.

“Papers of approval from the government for the projects at hand,” he requested again, yet no one seems to be doing their jobs. And it irked him.

He wasn’t Damon Roxwell because his grandfather and father had the names, he was Damon Roxwell because he made a name for himself. His grandfather had a multi-billion-dollar investment firm that no one toyed with. Upon retirement, he handed it over to his son, Damon’s father who led it to the next stage where it became really successful under his rule. But Damon took it to a whole different level. He made the company invincible and took it above where it touched the sky and the stars and whatever was beyond. But he was not satisfied with an investment firm alone and had gotten into construction as well. Many thought he was a joke and laughed at him as they waited for him to crumble with the sub division he had created but he didn’t. He worked hard day and night till the construction division became the world’s most renowned construction company and investment, all in one…Roxwell enterprise.

He built himself a larger skyscraper where both investment and construction could fit into one without having issues. He got himself a vice president for his construction company but was still in charge and deep into both sides of the company more than a CEO of his calibre should be. And he hated when people played with his business. That his employees didn’t know. All the documents he asked of were projects he knew were before his court issues, projects that they were all handling, and he had expected that they should have been over and done with in his absence.

He turned his eyes to the tinted glass that had divided the floor, and walked towards it. A guard went before him and pulled the door open and the sound of clattering feet and havoc was heard from the little opening of the door. He groaned, for he didn’t need any other person to tell him that what had happened to the others happened to them as well. He suddenly regretted not hiring people by himself when he had been asked to pick himself by his grandfather. It was clear that whoever did the hiring did not know what he was doing. Yet he walked through the door for the benefit of a doubt and came into a different part of the floor that felt like a different company all together. Just like the others, they pretended to be very busy when they were not.

“Good morning, sir,” they chorused with fear stricken in their voice. No one had expected that the owner of the house would return so early after his trial. They had been happy to have him out of the office and happy for their freedom as well. The days that he didn’t report, they spent their time talking and being free like they had not been so free in years. But they had over done it and neglected their work whereby his company suffered.

“Let me guess,” his icy voice boomed angrily in the room and cold ran down their spine as most began to shiver at the blatant truth staring at their faces. No one said anything, not even his vice president who was in fact nowhere to be seen. Anger rose in his heart as his eyes turned red with fury. He clenched his fist and his heart beat increased rapidly and it sounded loudly against his ears. Something struck his head immediately and his hands went straight for his aspirins but not without placing one of his legs outside the other department.

“You are all fired, every single one of you” he roared. Their eyes widened and they immediately fell to their knees, as many as they were and started pleading.

“Every one of you is fired, except for the janitors and cleaners,” he ignored their pleading while squinting his eyes to suppress the headache that gnawed on him.

“I would advise that you get lost before I blacklist your names and make sure you remain jobless all your lives,” he turned to his office and took four pills of those aspirin. He threw it into his mouth instantly and swallowed it.

Everyone stopped crying and pleading at his threat, they had all made a mistake but they knew that if he blacklisted them, it would be the end of them. So it was either, they left and ran to a different company while keeping the confidentiality agreement to not spill the company's information or remained and never got to work again. When Damon heard footsteps leaving, he stopped and turned around to see his secretary leaving as well.

“And where do you think you are going to?” he asked and everyone immediately turned around to see who he was speaking to with hope in their hearts.

“You are still my secretary for the next forty eight hours, get a replacement for all this imbeciles, let me select them myself”