The place where Dad doesn't bow to anyone.Damon read it twice. He put it back in the box. He went and made her breakfast, and when she came out of her room, he told her the restaurant was still happening.She looked at him over her cereal bowl with an expression trying very hard not to show relief, then she said she knew that, and the conversation moved on to other things the way it does when the important part has already been settled.He called Helena that afternoon. She picked up on the second ring.He told her he was ready to use what she had found, with one condition that was not negotiable: she would provide the documentation, make sure the right people had access to the right room, and then step back; she would not speak for him; she would not position herself as his advocate or his source. When the moment came, the only voice making the case would be his.Helena said she understood. She confirmed that her contact at the event management firm could handle the technical arrangement they had discussed—getting Damon's device connected to the presentation system without raising questions beforehand. She also told him she had sent copies of the version control records and the original Crestline development files to seven investor contacts that morning before 8:00 a.m., so that the documentation would already be in the room before anyone knew Damon was coming. Then she said she would make sure he was on the guest list and that she would stay out of his way.The venue was the kind of place designed to make money feel inevitable: high ceilings, low lighting, chairs arranged in curved rows facing a presentation stage. Grant's team had spent the morning setting up screens, running cables, and arranging things to suggest that what was about to be announced had always been the natural direction of things.Grant saw Damon approximately three seconds after he walked in. The reaction moved across his face in a way his public composure almost, but not entirely, contained. Within a minute, two members of the venue's security staff were moving toward Damon from the side of the room.Damon did not wait for them: he walked toward the front where the presentation screens were still cycling through pre-show slides and spoke loudly enough for the seated guests to hear him clearly.
"Mock Me Again, I Dare You!" The Single Dad Waiter Said — The Billionaire Went Silent
"Mock Me Again, I Dare You!" The Single Dad Waiter Said — The Billionaire Went Silent
Chapter 9
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