Damien Moreau

It had to happen sooner or later, but expecting it wasn't the same as accepting it. Damien knew his father would eventually try to arrange a relationship for him for a business marriage but he had hoped to put it off for at least a few more years.

Yet now that he received the phone call informing him of the blind date, Damien honestly didn't know what to do for it aside from what to wear to the occasion. He knew how to do the wining and dining, but the problem was he didn't want this to proceed in the first place and he didn't care about the princess of the largest hotel chain corporation in the northern hemisphere or something the other. Honestly he didn't even look too much into her family business, he just knew it was large and she was the sole heir.

And he came to realize there was no one he could trust with this issue either at all... except Spencer. Which was why after turning down all of his meetings that afternoon, Damien announced he was leaving the office early. How fortunate that the man happened to be on his detail today.

"I will be heading out this afternoon, Spencer alone can drive me. The rest of you can head back."

Lucien Moreau wasn't in town often, and that was the way Damien liked it. The less he saw the man who sired him the better, and even when the household was full of his spies who undoubtedly reported every little detail back to the old geezer, at least Damien didn't have to see him.

But if old Moreau arrived back on an early flight and summoned for his presence, as much as Damien didn't want to, he obeyed those summons. It didn't matter that he was still abed when the butler delivered them 15 minutes ago, his father demanded to see him and Damien obeyed.

It was only down the hall and into Moreau senior's private studies, but it still felt like it was going into another world. Damien's loafers clicked loudly on the tiles as he walked down the long hall of the west wing, the original section of the mansion that he normally avoided altogether. This was the old man's wing, a part of the ancient mansion that was inherited down generations, unlike the newer east and south wings which were added only shortly before Damien was born.

Dressed up presentably in a three piece suit, hair quickly slicked back to battle the his bedhead, Damien knocked on the large study doors and waited to be admitted. He covered his yawn with a fist as he waited, mind still blanked by the early morning to ponder the reason for the meeting.