The Dos and the Don'ts

                                    

                                          
Damien didn't want to leave Liam at all. But unfortunately he couldn't also ignore the amount of work needed to be done that required his presence. The previous night he didn't get to sleep much as he was tending to Liam. He did have an array of servants who would follow his orders impeccably. But he did not like the idea of anyone else touching Liam intimately. But in doing so he barely slept. And lack of sleep coupled with worry for his boy made him irritated and on the verge of exploring on anyone and anything that came in his way. It didn't help that his dear father chose that day to spew nonsense. 
Damien's secretary Smith was trembling internally as he informed Damien of his meeting itineraries. The rest of his employees gave him a wide berth sensing Damien was a ticking time bomb today. Only Jacob was brave enough to face Damien but he too he tried to avoid him as best as he could. Everyone knew Damien's temper would only subside with a bloodshed and no one wanted to be his victim, thank you very much.
Damien looked at Smith, his cold eyes laced with fury as he listened to the stuttering rumbles. His office was in another part of the mansion since Damien deliberately chose to operate from his home. He liked to stay in control and it was natural of him to spend his day more where maximum of his work forces resided so that he could keep a close watch on them. Damien did have offices in other places as well which he frequently visited and his presence made all the employees alert and on toes and today, especially today was no exception.
Unfortunately things were not going good. Philip had taken a leave citing health issues indefinitely and the other man that took care of his account was by no means as efficient as Philip. The portly man squirmed in his seat under Damien's piercing gaze as he desperately tried to justify the disparity in balance reflected on the projector screen. 
"Are you sure this is the correct figure Mr. Prescott?" Damien asked, his voice strangely calm only his eyes reflected fire that was about to burn everyone in the room. 
"I.. I... th..that is... I can explain Mr. Bishop. Its just that Philip did the spreadsheet and he was supposed to be present to..today b..but you know he.. he.." stammered Mr. Prescott wiping sweat of his brows. 
"Mr. Philip Rogers isn't the only one I am paying a fortune now is it?" Said Damien still calm. The room was eerily silent as none of the fifteen people occupying the conference room drew a single breath. 
"I.. I c...can explain Mr. Bishop, please please..." desperately said Prescott as he watch Damien calmly getting up from his seat. 
"Relax Mr. Prescott, I am sure there is an explanation right?" Stated Damien approaching the trembling, sweating man like a predator, his lips spread into a satanic smile that was too familiar to his employees. 
Damien smelled fear, the monster in him smiled in glee. He wanted blood, he wanted someone to die today and he refused to be complacent without tasting blood. 
Buzz buzz intercom beeped. Smith, Damien's secretory answered it cursing. Who dared to interrupt the devil in the conference room? 
"What is it?" He asked. 
"Mr Rogers is here, along with Miss Merida. Merida said Mr. Bishop asked for Mr.Rogers asap." 
Smith was about to retort back, when he heard Damien saying, "this meeting is over for today, gentlemen, kindly excuse me as I have an urgent matter to deal with. Smith ask them to come in immediately. And clear my schedule for an hour."
The room of people watched shocked as they watched Damien straightening his coat and brushing his hair back with his fingers, his eyes alive and full of anticipation. Mr. Prescott couldn't believe his luck and was the first one to rush out, his large belly bouncing as he fled in hurried steps.