Chapter 72

• In a single night, Damiano felt he had lived through enough emotions to fill an entire year. He gave a weak smile as he looked at his reflection in the mirror of his room, still in disbelief that after all this time, he had not gotten used to the fact that his life was filled with unimaginable events, worthy of a grand tragic story.
• This was what he pondered as he dried off from the long bath he had taken after the harsh hours he had spent awake. His father was returning, according to the desperate information Carl had sent him through several text messages.
• He was pathetic. Seeing his desperation to secure a position as head of security was laughable. If only he had enough ambition to try to overthrow Dominique somehow, Damiano might even admire him. But he thought small, just like the mediocre man he was.