An Army to Win the Battle
At Matthews industries,
Damon swiftly sat on the sofa and put on a stoic face when he heard many footsteps heading toward the office. He was trying to put his heart at ease but it leaped to his throat when he met Casper's deathly glares.
An unknown fear gripped his throat. Self-boosting didn't work. The preparation didn't come in handy when Casper wasn't doing as he expected. With the increase in uncertainties, the luxurious sofa was like a seat of needles.
His palms became clammy and his legs shook in dread, wondering whether Casper was cornering him or using him or if he was overthinking.
Casper ignored Damon as he had hoped to see a different person in the office. He strode inside while hearing a secretary mention the losses and delays in the work due to the raid, followed by employees on long leave due to the festive season and new year.