After Isla had a nice time with Julian, she opened the floor for a discussion. "Did you think I should quit everything too?" she asked, her voice full of fear.
Julian looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. "What did you mean, love? You know you can't do that," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. He paused, adjusting himself on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate.
"Besides, who's suggesting that?" he asked, his eyes locked on Isla's. She was full of worry and confusion, her brow furrowed in concern.
"Serena advised so after seeing the turn of events... I really don't know what to do," Isla replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at Julian, seeking guidance and reassurance.
"I'm scared this may be more brutal than I could imagine," she added, her voice cracking with emotion.
Julian's face softened, and he reached out to her, pulling her close. "Don't worry, love," he said, his voice full of comfort. "I'll be here for you, no matter what. We'll face this together."
He explained that he had been facing some difficulties in his company, which had limited his attention. The company was going through a restructuring phase, and there were concerns about potential layoffs. Julian was under pressure to make tough decisions, and it was taking a toll on him.
"The company's been struggling to stay afloat, and I've been trying to find ways to keep it going," Julian said, with frustration. "It's not easy, but I'm doing my best to keep everything running smoothly."
As they talked, Isla felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she wasn't alone, that Julian was there to support her. They comforted each other as they remained tangled on the bed, their bodies wrapped around each other.
Damien got home exhausted from the ton of meetings he had. He dashed to his freezer with his white towel tied around his waist, he had just finished taking his bath. He brought out a colorless wine to calm down his nerves, he really didn't want to think about anything that had happened during the day.
As he poured himself a glass, he couldn't help but think about the call he had received from his stepmother earlier that day. He had ignored it, not ready to face her worry and query. Ever since his father had died and entrusted the company to him, he had been under the guidance of his stepmother.
Damien remembered the satisfactory life he lived with his father around as he sipped his wine. "I miss everyone..." He said blankly to himself after traveling back from his thoughts. He felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss that he couldn't shake off.
As he sat lost in thought, Damien's mind began to wander back to his childhood. He remembered the happy times he had with his father, the laughter, the adventures. He remembered the way his father used to smile, the way he used to make him feel like everything was going to be okay.
One of his earliest memories of his father was when he took him to visit the office for the first time. Damien must have been around 8 years old at the time. He remembered being fascinated by the hustle and bustle of the office, the people rushing to and fro, the sound of phones ringing and keyboards clacking.
His father had taken him on a tour of the office, introducing him to the different employees and explaining what each department did. Damien had been amazed by the complexity of the company, and he had felt a sense of pride knowing that his father was the one in charge.
One of the employee, a kind-looking woman with a warm smile, had given him a special welcome. She had handed him a small gift, a pen with the company's logo on it. Damien was thrilled, and he thanked her profusely.
His father smiled, proud of him for being polite and respectful. "You're going to do great things one day, son," he said, ruffling his hair.
He took another sip of his wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He closed his eyes, letting the memories wash over him. He felt a sense of peace, a sense of comfort, as he remembered the good times.
But as the memories faded, Damien was left with the reality of his situation. He was alone, responsible for a company, and struggling to find his place in the world. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He knew that he had to be strong to face the challenges head-on.
He said to himself, "I will surely set things back on track!"
He would face the challenges, he would make his father proud. He would find a way to make it work, no matter what it took.
With a newfound sense of resolve, Damien opened his eyes and looked around the room. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he was ready to take on the challenge.
Damien stood up with his wine glass he took a long sip contemplating on how to solve the issue of the leaked product. He knew Cassian so well, he'll do anything to bring him down. "He must have planted someone amidst us." He cluched his fist into the air gritting his teeth alongside.
"What should i do?" He spoke blankly to the thin air
He looked over to the art work displayed on the wall, staring deeply into it like his life depends on it.
He bought it when he went to an exhibition. He saw the advert on the large broadcast screen while waiting for the traffic light.
Damien took keen interest instantly and vowed to make himself available for the show.
"I think i know what to do." He snapped his finger with excitement written all over his face.
With wine cup, he walked over to his desk, sat down, opened his laptop, and began to work on a plan to take the company to the next level.
Damien closed his laptop knowing fully he has done a good job, he leaned back in his chair. Remained in the posture, slowly he closed his eye.