Chapter 17

From Damon’s perspective:

I finish checking the incorporation documents for the club I want to open earlier than expected. I left Elenor with the assistant, planning to occupy my free hour. Now that I'm done, I call the assistant to discuss with her.

She knocks on the door and enters, sitting slowly on the chair in front of my desk. She clasps her hands in her lap, visibly stressed, and bows her head.

-Why didn't you tell me she lost her memory?" I ask calmly, trying to hide the desire to put a bullet in her head.

-I really tried, but you didn't wait for me to tell you, she rushes to say.

-So, I understand it's my fault that you're an idiot.

-No, sir, she hurriedly replies. I settle more comfortably in my chair and run my hand through my hair nervously.

-How did she lose her memory? Did the gunshot affect her that badly?

-Sir, she suffered a head injury, but not from the bullet, but from the impact with the floor.

-How long will it take for her to recover?

-About two weeks.