Pleasure

Author's POV.

Damien was in his office, engrossed in his tasks. With Fernanda dismissed for the day, Elise's departure, and the absence of most of his employees except those working overtime, he was alone, surrounded by the noise of his pen scratching on the rough paper and the distant honks of cars outside his company.

"I thought that these clients' needs were met a month ago, why does this read otherwise?" Damien asked, gazing at red lines on his laptop screen. "What the fuck is this?"

He dropped his pen and focused his attention on the error on his laptop. He began clicking on the keypads and he continued this for minutes, his eyes not departing from the laptop for a single second.

"Why didn't they make a complaint?" Damien asked, his voice laced with confusion. "Why are there over twenty customers and models with the same issues? Didn't Fernanda notice this?"

Damien loosened his tie and shifted with his swivel chair. He moved to his other drawer and brought out some files.

"The pr