Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: More to it than she'll ever know

It was not odd to find Damien Blackwood here on a Friday night, in this office, sitting on the swivel, fine, white leather chair and enjoying premium, well- aged whisky. Old Boy was his favourite. It had a vicious, yet gratifying kick to it and it left an unforgettable flavour on the throat that only lingered for half a second and tempted another drink. Like every other man, he desired only the finest, most exquisite entertainment which is discreetly and expertly organised, that's why he preferred Cubia Morne. Cubia Morne was a nightclub for the elites, the most expensive there is in the world; it was only affordable to the richest of the rich. He actually owned the club, he knew of all it's operations; those that were by the book, and those that were illegal- that's why he trusted that here, his after- dark affairs will not reach the wrong ears or eyes and make it to the media.

He was here on a Thursday night because he needed to un