Chapter 13

Damian was seated on his armchair. With whiskey in his hand as usual. Soon he heard a knock on his door. "Mr. Richards, dinner is ready."

"I'll eat a bit late."

And with that, the maid took her leave. Damian continued to sit patiently. Maybe she wasn't coming. Not that it...

Soon another knock was heard. His door opened and Lilian came in. She looked emotionlessly at him.

Damian smirked.

"Nice of you to join the party," he said with a smile as he downed the remaining contents of his drink. Lilian walked up to him and sat on the armchair just opposite him. She poured herself some whiskey and downed it all in one gulp.

"I'm here because I want to be here and not because you convinced me to," she said coldly.

"Of course you are," said Damian as he stood up and went to his bedside. He took off his watch and set it down on the table. He turned his head to the waste basket that lay near the door. It was filled with discarded papers.

"Be a go