Graveyard of Heaven

2. Eiden

 "If we go from here, it will be better to enter," I said firmly. "This project is very important to my empire." 

 "We will take care of it."  Damian, my younger brother, responded

"Give me her details," I said, following my rule number 1 i.e.  know your opponent well.Damian provided me with Hazel Westwood's details:  21 years old,  daughter of Hadeon Westwood, top coming eneterpruner of today's generation, making millions to billions.

"Working woman, huh?" I said, surprised. "I don't often come across females from the mafia background who work."

 "And for her past relations, I was not able to find it out," Damian continued, looking me in the eyes. 

"You missed the most important detail as always," I retorted. "You can ask her yourself," Damian replied, and he was right. I could always just ask her myself

I put down my phone with a frustrated sigh. Dealing with Damian was a constant source of annoyance. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, which was perhaps the only thing he was skilled at doing without failure. But I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that there was something missing - something key about her that Damian had overlooked. I decided then and there that I would have to find out for myself.

I picked up my phone again and started browsing through social media pages and articles about Hazel. As I scrolled through, I found that there were mixed opinions about her. Some people described her as a sweet, kind-hearted individual, while others portrayed her as feisty and fiery. This inconsistency only made me more curious.

" Are you already falling for her" Damian said as he peered into my phone.

" What the heck?" I don't like people this close and specially not looking in my phone . Goddam there is no such thing as privacy when you are with him .

Damian chuckled at my reaction, enjoying the fact that he had successfully provoked me.

"Oh come on," he said with a smirk, "You're looking her online like some love-struck teenager. You must be so into her already."

" THAT'S RESEARCHING !" I shouted in his ear as he was still looking in my phone . Teach him manners please .

"Yeah, right," Damian retorted, obviously not buying my explanation. "I bet you're looking for her Instagram page because you want to see her latest selfies."

I rolled my eyes at his comment, annoyed that he had seen right through me. "No, I'm looking for information," I said defensively. "I need to know what I'm getting into before I meet her."

Damian raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay," he said, still chuckling. "You're the serious one, I get it. But can't you have a little fun, too? You're meeting a beautiful, successful woman. Have some excitement for once."

I clenched my fists, irritated by his carefree attitude. "This is important, Damian," I repeated, my voice rising. "I need to know what I'm dealing with before I meet her. This is business, not pleasure."

Damian let out a sigh, clearly growing impatient with my stubbornness . "Okay, fine," he said, holding his hands up. "You're on business mode, I get it. But honestly, don't you think you're overthinking a bit? It's just a date."

"It's not just a date!" I insisted, my frustration growing. "This is a business meeting. I need to assess her character and decide if she's a good fit for our empire. "Damian snorted, clearly amused by my determination . "Good fit for our empire?" he said, mocking me.  "You sound like you're shopping for a trophy wife."

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