For Damian, the incident that had just occurred in the hallway was a gift far greater than his promotion to junior partner. With everything captured on CCTV, the firm would be on fire tomorrow.
Unfortunately, he could not dwell on that thought because he was carrying out one of his many plans right now.
Music blasted through the penthouse, the heavy bass vibrating through the marble floors and glass walls with every pounding beat. Purple lights flashed across the room in slow pulses while thick clouds of smoke drifted lazily through the air, blending the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and burnt weed into something heavy and intoxicating.
Twenty sat comfortably at the center of the large leather couch like a king holding court. Thick chains rested against his chest, and in one hand he held a bottle of expensive liquor while a blunt burned slowly between the fingers of the other.
"Tonight we celebrate!" he shouted over the music.
