Another chapter as a Christmas present. Hehehehe.
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Lewis swirled the deep crimson wine in his glass, watching the liquid coat the crystal in slow, heavy legs before settling back into the basin. The red was reminiscent of the velvet curtains that lined the high ceilings of the Thorn estate—rich, old, and expensive.
Christmas was only two days away, and while the gears of the Thorn Conglomerate were finally slowing down for the holiday hiatus, Lewis's mind was still operating at a frantic pace.
He hadn't heard a single word from Damian. No check-ins, no status reports on the latest acquisitions, nothing. Probably occupied with that wife of his, Lewis thought, a mixture of amusement and genuine concern tugging at his mind.
