Damon.
“An omission is a lie when it is calculated to conceal information that, were it known by the other party, would be materially relevant to her.” — Franklin Veaux.
A loud growl slips through my lips as I slam my hands on the table. I'm currently pacing around in my office, disoriented and frustrated.
“Why haven't you been able to stop the stories circulating in the media?” The question is thrown at Dean who sits lazily on a chair across my desk.
“I'm highly honored that you think I'm a god but believe me Damon, I have tried everything I can, including working with your media team. The rumors just keep popping up everywhere,” he replies flippantly as he adjusts in his seat, his gaze fixed at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me as if he's pained to admit his shortcomings.
I'm shocked to hear that he's working with my media team. Dean Keith is a very proud man, and that's rich coming from me. He has never agreed to work with my media team in the past, stating that hacking is just a pastime for him and not a job.
“Damon,” Dean interrupts my thoughts and I raise a brow at him. “Why do you think Sheila decided to come back now after disappearing for five years? I've been thinking about it ever since. And come to think of it, the day she makes her reappearance in your life, the media suddenly starts bringing up your divorce. Something isn't adding up.”
I sigh heavily as I settle back in my chair, running my hand through my dark locks. “I have asked myself that same question countless times, Dean. Nothing