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Damon, the CEO of Damon Sanitary Pad International Limited. His company was the number one international best selling pad company. There were branches of his company all over the world with lots of workers in them. Including male and female workers. All the buildings have the same design, either by painting or building structure.

Damon is a young billionaire with a strong business acumen. He rarely visits his company's branches as he believes his physical presence wouldn't significantly impact his finances. Instead, he prefers to work from home and only ventures out when absolutely necessary, such as for crucial business meetings. In such cases, he often delegates the responsibility to his trusted manager.

At the reception…

The receptionist was a 25 years old lady named Camila. As soon as

she noticed a familiar car driving into the compound, she stopped chit chatting with the other female staff standing in front of her. It was clear from the shock in her voice that she recognized the car.

"Boss Damon is here."

"Boss Damon?" The other staff asked in awe as she left her standing position, now running to her work post which happens to be at the entrance door. She was a female security. Her job was to use the Garrett hand held metal detector to check on the bags of people before they go into the building. They didn't expect his presence as they wondered what must have brought him.

The car finally parked at the garage. A muscular young dude of 28 years old who happens to be his personal bodyguard rushed out from the front seat beside the driver's seat as he then walked towards the passenger's seat and pulled the door open. His name is Anderson.

With an expressionless and emotionless face, Damon climbed out of the car, adjusted his body-hugged shirt which made his muscular arms and shoulders look attractive. His blue jean and white canvas was fitted on him, giving him a perfect physique of a model as he then began to walk towards the entrance door of the building while the bodyguard shut the car door and walked behind him with Damon's briefcase in his hands.

He saw no staff outside the building aside from the gatekeeper who was now sitting on a seat beside the gate. Probably they were all busy with their work, he assumed.

"Good morning sir."

The female security whose job position was at the entrance door greeted him and he nodded and walked in. Smile was far from his face.

He is just 25 years old. A black short hair, fair in complexion, almost pale white. His unfathomable blue pupils' eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive and if an opposite gender should look into it, she would be lost into lust.

Now, walking towards his office,

"Good morning sir."

The receptionist greeted as well but got no response from him.

After a few minutes of walking, he finally got closer to the front of his office door and without the bodyguard being told what to do, he hurriedly pushed the door open and then stood beside the door as Damon walked in, now walking towards his office seat.

He got in front of his office table and placed his thumb on it. He felt it to know if he would feel any form of dust but then, it was clean as expected. He did the same to his seat and got the same result before he finally sat down while his bodyguard stood beside him with his briefcase still in his hands.

In the next second, he stretched out his right hand and his bodyguard understood that he was requesting for his briefcase.