**ROSEANA**
When I heard Damon's yell, my brow furrowed. I've never heard Damon raise his voice in the few weeks I've been with him at home. He wouldn't even talk much at home, let alone yell. Normally, his tough face elicits no response. I'm also accustomed to his cold stare. But his current behavior is new to me.
His quick burst made his men practically fell into a trance. It's incredible how these strong men almost wet themselves in fright because of Damon. But I can't blame them. Damon terrified me as well.
It made me wonder. What made Damon so enraged that he flipped on them? I'm not sure if he threatened his guys out of anger or if he meant what he said.
Damon's men had lost attention to me. When they heard their boss's shout, they didn't seem to be able to move and just stood there.
I gave them a shake of my head. I noticed Damon's secretary on the phone. His brows were drawn together, his hair was twisted, and his clothes were tangled. I'm not sure what's going on. They all appeared to be under stress.
I took a step closer to Damon's secretary. I just realized I still don't know what his name is. We've met multiple times, but he never introduced himself.
"What do you mean you can't still find Madamme's location?! Do you want all of us killed?! If you have to search every corner of the Philippines to find her, do it!"
His yelling almost made my heart skip a beat. What is it about them that makes them so loud? Can't they communicate calmly? Passersby cast glances in their direction. The shouting that was going on led me to believe that someone was fighting.
"Um...excuse me?" I cautiously approached Damon's secretary.
"What?!" he exclaimed angrily. He gave me a dead gaze that lasted only a few seconds. He, like the bodyguards, was taken aback when he saw me. His expression quickly changed from horror to relief.
What exactly is going on? I'm confused. I just left a bit later, and this is what I found. "Why are you guys causing chaos in here? You're disturbing other people, and it's nearly midnight; surely some are already asleep," I replied.
"You don't even stop Damon from making a noise," I said. It was clear that the man was taken aback by what I said. He blinked many times as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He even looked around to see whether anyone else had heard what I had said. I followed his eyes and noticed that they rested on two men who were near us. The two of them cleared their throats and turned away.
"Ma'am!" I almost leaped when he spoke up. "Do you know why Mr. Salvestre is mad?" he inquired quietly.
In response to his question, I shook my head. I can't think of anything that might make Damon so upset. I was sure that I had nothing to do with it since, first and foremost, they were with Damon all the time, not me, so how could I possibly offend him? I didn't do anything to irritate him.
"No. What makes me think that? You are his secretary; you should know. Maybe you made a mistake?" I said. I even sounded like I was urging him to remember if he had done something wrong.
"Ma'am, Mister Salvestre has been looking for you since he went home, and he has fired three employees if they couldn't find you." I'm not sure if I heard correctly or if my ears are failing. Damon is angry because of me? I can't put into words how shocked I am, and all I can do is point my finger at myself, silently wondering if I am the cause. He certainly nodded because he seemed to grasp what I was saying.
"Martinez!" The man in front of me had become yellow.
"Yes, sir!" When he answered Damon, his voice was unsteady.
He fixed his focus on me. I gave him a firm shake of my head.
"No," I replied uncomfortably. I took one step back.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he apologized as he approached me.
"She's here!" he said as he hauled me into the lobby. I can't do anything else. All of the guards we passed ignored me. They don't want to look me in the eyes.
My brow furrowed. They appear to be sacrificing me to avoid a reprimand from their boss. I'm willing to help them, but not with Damon's anger, because he is terrifying.
The thumping in my chest intensifies with each step I take. I'm not sure why I'm feeling this way. Why am I so nervous when I haven't done anything wrong? I believe their terror has infected me.
We came to a stop. Why is it so cold in this area of the lobby? This area has a unique aura to me. It's silent here, and I'm getting chills.
I raised my head to face Damon. He's sitting on the lounge chair with his legs crossed and his hands gently tapping on it. I saw his candle-shaped fingers move gently. Except for his face, the feature of his body that I find attractive is his fingers or hand. I adored how sharp yet manly it appeared. I also just observed that he wears a silver ring on his right pointed finger. If I saw that on another man, I would absolutely not like it, and I could even believe it was out of style, but I find it appealing to him.
I gave him a big smile. "Hi! When did you come home?" I said as I came closer to him, stopping just in front of him, my legs brushing his knees, and leaning in closer. His stare followed my every motion, and I couldn't gauge his reaction.
I touched his necktie, attempting to remove it for him like I do every time he gets home from work. I was about to do so when he grabbed my hand, causing me to stop what I was doing and glance at him, my eyes asking him what was wrong.
"What have you been up to?" He asked me sternly, his gaze fixed on me.
"Ah, I was bored earlier and decided to visit a friend," I explained, shrugging. I didn't pay attention to his secretary's coughing at the side.
"You left..." he muttered. His teeth are clenched.
"I just paid a quick visit to an old friend," I explained. He didn't seem to notice. His eyes retained the keen stare he was giving me.
"Without telling me." he continued.
He quickly grabbed me closer to him, I let out a surprised yell. When he abruptly grabbed me by the waist and forced me to sit on his lap, my heart almost sank.
“Damon!”