Next up, my mom was all tied up dealing with supplier issues.
Seeing all this, my dad took it hard. Both my mom and I told him to stay out of it. He was about to retire. If soone got dirt on him, his reputation would go down the drain.
To ease so of the load off my mom, I reached out to his dad, Mr. Andrew
He was out of the business ga, but his friendship with my mom still stood.
"Mrs. Brooks and I have already had a chat about this. We’ve worked together for a long ti, so pricing is negotiable. The main issue is... there are factors we can’t stand against," Mr. Andrew sighed on the other end of the line.
"Spill it," I urged him sincerely.
"The problem lies with Coleman Co. Ms. Brooks, you were once married to Mr. Coleman. Why not try hashing it out with him?" Mr. Andrew revealed the true cause.
My heart sank. As expected, it was Damon, targeting my family!
It reminded of the stuff that went down in my past life. He stirred up a huge ruckus with my family to divorce , driving us almost to the brink of despair
Was history going to repeat itself?
After hanging up, I sat and thought for a while, then grabbed my car keys and left the office.
When I arrived at the Coleman Co., the receptionist stopped , asking if I had an appointnt.
"No, but I need to speak with Damon urgently," I replied politely.
The receptionist examined up and down. She seed to recognize but couldn’t place . She was probably new, as I used to work here for a while, and she wasn’t the receptionist then.
She then denied ," I’m sorry miss. We can’t arrange a eting with Mr. Coleman without an appointnt."
"Is he in the office now?" I asked again.
"I’m sorry, I can’t disclose that," she replied professionally, not revealing more than necessary.
I plopped down on the couch nearby. I tried calling Damon, but his phone was off.
So I had no choice but to wait for him.
As it got later, the staff at Coleman Co. trickled out. So of them recognized . They shot curious glances and whispered among themselves. During the wait, I tried calling Damon a few more tis, but his phone was still off. I didn’t know if he was genuinely busy or deliberately making things difficult
Just then, a stylishly dressed woman walked in Her baseball cap and sunglasses covered most of her face, so I couldn’t see her clearly
She didn’t notice . She breezed past , greeted the receptionist, and hopped onto the executive elevator. The two executive elevators at Coleman Co. were card-access only.
I squinted my eyes, got up, and walked towards the elevator. I saw it stop at the top floor, where Damon’s office was.
"Miss, it’s already dark. You should go ho," the receptionist, seeing approach the elevator, rushed over to stop and asked to leave.
"Who’s she?" I asked. She didn’t seem like Damon’s wife, Ariel.
The receptionist dodged my question, simply saying, "She has an appointnt."
Damon was forcing our biggest supplier to cut ties with us, yet he was avoiding my calls and eting so hot chic?
I was pissed, so I dialed Luna Wallace, "Luna, is Mitch there?"
"He’s playing with the kids. What’s up?" Luna asked, obviously curious.
"Get him on the phone. I need a favor, I said.
Luna promptly handed the phone to Mitch. Soon, Mitch’s voice ca through," Eliana, what’s up?"
"Can you swing by Coleman Co.?" I asked
"Now?" Mitch sounded shocked
"Right now" I said calmly, though I was a ss inside.
Mitch showed up half an hour later. He was close with Damon, so he had free access to Coleman Co. I asked him to take to Damon’s office.
The receptionist recognized Mitch Seeing him escort to Damon, she looked both shocked and uneasy.
In the elevator, Mitch asked , "What do you need Damon for so urgently? Didn’t he pick up your calls?"
"He’s had his phone off all afternoon," I said, leaning against the elevator wall. My reflection in the shiny elevator doors looked haggard. I hadn’t been sleeping well due to company matters, and it showed.
I Straightened up and reapplied my lipstick inside the elevator
Mitch watched and let out a sigh
"Eliana, are you really with Jones?" he seed in disbelief.
"Yeah. It’s not often you find soone who genuinely likes you," I said, finishing my lipstick and pulling my hair into a low ponytail, revealing my face. I looked a bit more awake.
Mitch still seed dubious but didn’t press further.
When we reached the top floor, I told Mitch to go back down. He had no choice but to leave alone.
It was after office hours, so the top floor was deserted. Damon’s office was just a short distance away. All I had to do was open that door to find him.
I walked up quietly and found the door wasn’t shut tight. I could peek through the small gap.
"Damon, what’s the aning of this? The woman from earlier, now hat and glasses-free, was Emma, the one who had been linked to Damon recently.
Damon sat on the couch, legs crossed, with a magazine on his lap. He was flipping through it absentmindedly, unresponsive to the woman next to him.
Emma moved closer, "I ca straight here as soon as I got your call on set. Why are you being so cold? Don’t you like what I’m wearing today?"
She suddenly stripped off her purple bodysuit. The black bra underneath was quite suggestive. Her large breasts made her waist look incredibly slim.
Although I’ve heard that Emma has always been fairly honest with people, her bold move stunned .
"You aren’t moved, or what?" Emma leaned in, deliberately getting up in Damon’s grill.
Damon started to furrowed his brows. His gaze swept over the door and lingered for a mont. I quickly ducked out of sight a bit.
Even though I wasn’t intentionally spying on them, I still felt a bit uncomfortable.
"You’re such a bad boy!" Suddenly, Emma from inside the room said, sounding coy and pleased.
Soon, the door swung open. Damon’s figure appeared before , "Had enough of a peep show? Want to co in and see the real thing?"
There was a lipstick mark on his shirt collar, I wasn’t sure if it was just left there.
Emma was sitting on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her bent knees, giving a hostile look, "Are you so kind of pervert? He invited you in, and you actually ca?"
"Sorry, I didn’t an to crash your party. Just need a few words with Mr. Coleman," I shot Emma an apologetic look before speaking.
Emma snorted. She was lounging on the sofa, not bothering to hide her eye-catching figure
Damon adjusted his tie nonchalantly. "I’m kind of tied up right now. Give a ring if you need sothing"
"Your phone’s been switched off all afternoon!" I frowned. "It won’t take much of your ti. Just so business stuff to discuss."
Damon flopped back onto the sofa, lighting a cigarette. "If mory serves, our companies stopped doing business soon after our divorce. What’s there to talk about?"
Emma suddenly sat up, giving a wide eyed store. "So, you’re his ex-wife? I knew you looked familiar."
Two years had passed, and many had forgotten about .
"Ms. Emma, I need a word with him. Can we have a mont?" I asked politely.
Emma glanced at Damon, then back at , and resud her lounging position "Go ahead, chat here. I’m beat; I’m going to get so sleep. Don’t worry, I won’t eavesdrop"
Clearly, she didn’t think much of .
It seed an ex-wife didn’t warrant any courtesy
Damon stayed silent, puffing away and giving ambiguous glances.
Emma suddenly stretched her legs onto Damon’s lap." I’m so tired. Mr. Coleman, can you give a massage?"
Damon glanced at her slim legs. He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray and began massaging her legs.
"Mr. Coleman is such a gentleman. It’d be a sha if you weren’t my boyfriend", Emma giggled her laughter as light as a bell
I felt invisible, completely ignored.
I should’ve walked out, but thinking about my mom’s hardship, I couldn’t
If I could convince Damon, maybe Andrew wouldn’t cut ties with us. Maybe we could resolve our company’s crisis.
I had to admit that Coleman Co. was a force to be reckoned with If Damon decided to hit us, things would be grim.
"Damon, all I need is ten minutes of your ti", I tried to keep my cool, speaking as gently as possible
"He said he’s busy! What’s your deal? You’re his ex wife, why are you still clinging on?" Emma snapped at ." I’ve heard you chased Damon for five years before you guys tied the knot. Looks like it’s true. You just can’t let go, can you?"
Damon’s hand suddenly stopped, his face turning icy.
"I’ve already said this. It’s about business," I replied calmly
"He made it clear he didn’t want to talk. Can’t you tell?" Emma was peeved, and her date with Damon was interrupted.
Emma was too self-assured
I knew Damon didn’t have the slightest bit of affection for her. I’ve t too many like her before; I was used to it.
I just kept looking at Damon, hoping he’d change his mind. No need to repeat the past’s dog-eat-dog tragedy.
"Get out," Damon finally spoke again, his gaze fixed on .
’Did you hear that? He’s asking you to leave", Emma wore a victorious smile.
Damon brushed her legs off, his tone cold. "I was talking to you"
The smile froze on Emma ’s face "You’re serious? You want to leave?"
"Don’t make repeat myself. Get out of the Coleman Co. building!" Damon ordered impatiently.
Emma looked shocked and angry, but facing an impatient Damon, she didn’t dare to throw a tantrum. She couldn’t afford to offend this man.
"I’m leaving!" Emma huffed, hastily putting on her coat, and stord towards the door.
She intentionally bumped into on her way out, nearly knocking off balance.
Damon imdiately stood up and rushed over to steady . I quickly stepped back to avoid him.
His deanor changed from one of concern to one of coldness, and his expression darkened.
"What do you want to talk about? Spit it out." He sat back down, crossing his legs, looking sowhat disdainful
I sat opposite him This was the first ti we’d sat down face-to-face since our divorce two years ago.
The office was brightly lit. I could see every minute expression on Damon’s face. There was no warmth in his eyes.
"Do you know Leger Corporation?" I asked.
"Nope," Damon responded quickly
"You don’t know Andrew?" I frowned. Was Damon lying to ?
Damon was toying with a lighter and answered lightly, "I know him, but we are not close."
"He’s the CEO of Leger Corporation. They’re our company’s main supplier, but they suddenly wanted to terminate our contract, "I explained the situation, watching Damon’s reaction closely
Damon’s face remained impassive, like he was listening to a story that had nothing to do with him.
So, I cut to the chase. "After they terminate our contract, they’ll cooperate with Soul Enterprises. Are you involved in this?"
After I finished speaking, Damon gave a long, hard look with deep, complex eyes.
The atmosphere beca so thick that I could cut it with a knife. Just as I was about to break the silence, he spoke, "Eliana, are you accusing of deliberately targeting your family?"
"Isn’t that the case?" I shot back imdiately.
But Mr. Andrew told it was all Damon’s doing.
Damon smirked, "Is that what you think of , Eliana? That I’m so lowly I could do anything despicable?"
Isn’t he? I wanted to rebut instantly, but I held my tongue
Evidently, my words had pissed Damon off because I was questioning his integrity.
"With the resources your family has, you shouldn’t lose to Soul Enterprises. Won’t your dad step in?" Damon suddenly brought up my father.
"I can’t let him ddle in business matters; it’s too easy for him to slip up. He’s about to retire: there is no need for him to take such risks," I confessed.
Damon’s lips curled into a small smile, "You guys really stick to your guns, huh?
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