Even in his cold, indifferent manner, he could feel it—the weight of admiration, the flickering of awe in every gaze.
He already knew how this would unfold.
Even as he made his audacious request—demanding a better house for his family—the outcome had already been written in their reactions.
They would support him, back him completely, without question. And they did.
This was similar to what always happened whenever Stanley appeared in the game.
He had always been able to pull off absurd, childish stunts, act in ways that were reckless or even outright foolish, and yet the world around him seemed to bend in his favor.
They would sing praises of his name until any foolishness he committed was overshadowed by the weight of admiration.
A smirk ghosted across Damien's face.
He didn't understand why he was suddenly enjoying a similar privilege.
