BENEATH THE BILLIONAIRE SILENCE

littering from the afternoon light. Everything below looked miniature-cars, people, pr

a billion in pre-sales. He should've felt something-pride, excitement, at least satisfaction, But all Damian felt was exhaustion.

ailored jacket and the day's schedule on her tablet. "You're due

Damian said witho

ked. "Ev

d. "Ever

s. He'd once redesigned an entire product line during a migrain

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limo waited at the garage, but he didn't take it. Instead, Damian walked down through the elevator, past the marble lobby, throu

red all

nothing but a backpack, a passport, and a one

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wn he'd picked blindly from a map. No press, no cameras, no expectations, Just

No one here knew the man behind the multi

d stared at himself in the mirror. He barely could recognize the m

" sign radiated in the corner of a narrow road. A small cafeteria sat between a laundry s

A lady stood behind the counter, her dark curls tied up in a loose bun, her apron w

k lost,"

ted, "Jus

en's c

" he replied, "Even

ing his tired face and dusty

said, pulling out

utes, then returned with a plate of

and muttered a

iped her hands on her apron

back to the counter, she tu

then lied smoo

own this place. You planni

e only knew he'd found the first

he computer store down the street needs someone

ed back at the door. He didn't belong here

beeped, one of the few texts t

osing investors, Yo

screen, his mind hove

ared back to the kitchen, softly hu

ed to speak, the door to the

stepped in, inspected the room

fro

re; No