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Damon was relentless in his pursuit of the truth, demanding that his employees reveal the identity of the culprit. Meanwhile, Ojasvi seemed lost in her own world, while Leo watched with a smirk, enjoying the sight of his colleagues quaking in fear. He admired Damon's ability to command the room, his tactical prowess only deepening Leo's respect for him. Little did they know, the mere intensity of Damon's gaze was enough to send shivers down their spines; they had no idea what would happen if they were to witness his darker side. The thought of it was almost thrilling. They believed Damon was merely asking for answers, but Leo could see the fury in his eyes, a silent scream for vengeance. Damon radiated an intense aura of power, strength, fury, and vengeance.
Though Leo was aware of the true culprit, he relished the unfolding drama, craving the entertainment it provided. His little sister, Ojasvi, was already a source of amusement with her endless chatter. He cherished her happiness and couldn't bear to see her upset; she was his little ray of sunshine. However, he was concerned about her playful teasing of Damon, knowing how much the man loathed being provoked. Yet, Ojasvi seemed oblivious to the tension, often unintentionally pushing Damon's buttons. What was the nature of their relationship?
Leo couldn't help but notice the way Damon's eyes lingered on Ojasvi, who was blissfully unaware of the chaos around her. To his surprise, a small smile crept onto Damon's face as he observed her playful antics, leaving Leo bewildered. When had Damon started smiling? This was a side of him Leo had never seen before, and it left him feeling frustrated and confused. His innocent sister remained blissfully ignorant of the brewing storm, and Leo knew he had to intervene. He couldn't allow Ojasvi to be hurt because of Damon's unpredictable nature.
Leo and his younger sister were lost in their own thoughts, tuning in to Damon's words. Their minds were consumed by his presence.
"I won't say it again. Show yourself, you traitor. When I discover your identity, this will be your last day in the company and on this planet. I absolutely despise traitors," Damon declared, his voice dripping with a sickly sweetness. Yet, no one moved, except for one unfortunate soul who had been caught in Damon's crosshairs. Damon noticed the fear gripping that person's hands and the terror reflected in their eyes, which brought a smirk to his face. He decided to drop the subject for now, prompting a sigh of relief from the betrayer. Damon relished the fear and trembling in their gaze, eagerly anticipating the torment he would inflict.
"Why on earth hasn't the product presentation been completed yet? Why? Am I paying you all just to waste time?" Damon's voice thundered through the conference hall, but the brother-sister duo remained oblivious to the rising tide of his anger.
"Just give us a few more days, Sir. We'll have it ready soon," replied the product manager, Ricardo Stone. Damon narrowed his eyes at Ricardo, causing everyone in the conference room to shudder at the sight of his furious glare, which made Ricardo quiver in fear.
"When exactly? Can you provide me with a specific date, Mr. Whoever? Why is it that you all seem so lazy when it comes to completing your assigned tasks? Why are you taking my money without putting in the effort? If you can't pull your weight, maybe you should consider finding another job that suits your lack of motivation. I could easily replace you with a snap of my fingers." Damon grumbled, his tone threatening enough to make the department heads squirm in their seats. Ricardo felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as his boss dismissed him so casually.
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