"Sir, you called for me?" Damien looked up to see his secretary walk into his office. He could see the tiredness in her eyes. Today's work had been so hectic, that he wasn't even done with all the work he had to do but it was already getting late. "Yes, I did. You can go home now, it's already 7PM." She stared at him in surprise, “But sir, there's still a lot to do and I—" "Nina.." He stopped her, “Go home, get some rest. You worked very hard today and you deserve it.” She nodded gratefully, bowing a little as she left the office gently closing the door behind her. Damien could hear her packing up her stuff and walking out when she finished. One thing he never did was keep his employees way past their working time. It was a strain, both physically and mentally, and the only thing that would result from keeping them up all night was inefficiency the next dayand mental stress from lack of rest. He looked down at his work and quickly continued. He was already getting tired himself, and he would have loved to go home to a long shower and warm food, but he had a truckload of things to do and he didn’t want to stop till he was done, so he concentrated on his work. After about fifty minutes of working, that’s almost an hour he was finally done. Sighing in relief and eager to get home, Damien began to pack up his stuff. Just he placed his phone into his pocket and cross-checked all the files once more, placing them neatly into the drawer, his office door clicked open. Damien looked up in surprise, wondering who could possibly still be around. The only ones usually around this late were the security guards, and his guess was little bitconfirmed when his eyes fell on Alvarez. "Oh, hey man.” He greeted. "How are you doing…" Damien trailed off when he saw the look on Alvarez's face, “What's the matter?" He asked, surprised. Alvarez said nothing for a while but continued to stare at Damien. Then he tossed the files in his hand at Damien, “What is that?" "I'm not sure what you're asking about.” Damien said, giving Alvarez a weird look before opening up the files and flipping through them. He paused when he realized what it was. "Your secretary came to me, asking about arrangements for some guards to escort you for your flight to London.”Alvarez finished, eyeing Damien suspiciously, "London? What is this about, Damien. I am your best friend and I know there's only one reason why you would fly to London. This is about Madison isn't it?" Damien looked up. Hearing her name made him start to think, and he didn't want that right now. He just wanted to get home and shower. Raking his fingers in his hair he turned to Alvarez, sighing, "Yeah you are right, but I’ve had a change of mind. I canceled the flight already, and this is not happening okay? So don't worry about it." Picking up his briefcase, he continued, "It's getting pretty late. Wanna hitch a ride home?" He asked, moving to lock the door to his inner office and then returning, "We could get something to eat on the way too.” He continuedalready moving to leave, but Alvarez stopped him by standing in front of him. "I know what you're trying to do, Damien. I'm not stupid, and I’m not a kid to. Just stop trying to switch the subject, and also tell me why you cancelled the flight again?" Damien felt his jaw begin to tic. He did not want to have this conversation, or discuss anything at all that concerned Madison. "Look, there's no point, okay? Tell me, what's the point? She obviously wouldn't even want to see me or talk to me. She made that pretty obvious that night when we talked." The memory of that night sent anger flowing through him, and he added bitterly, "And I think it's pretty evident from that call the other night that she prefers you to me now. So what use would it make if I spend my time going to see her, and come back without any answer? What fucking use is it?” He spat, gritting his teeth. Alvarez moved back a little in surprise, and then he laughed, “Seriously, Damien? You're my friend, but please whatever you do, don't paint yourself as the victim here. And speaking of her preferring me to you..." He scoffed, "Well, I'm not the one who made weeks of her life a living hell, humiliated her in public, ordered her to pay for a dress she ruined by mistake and which you very well knew she couldn't afford, threw her out of a club disgracefully amongst other things. Just don’t try to feel like a victim, just don’t!” Damien fumed but said nothing, his lips in a thin line. He knew Alvarez was right, but he couldn't be fully blamed for it. However Alvarez wasn't done as he continued, "You do all of this to that poor woman and still she decided to reach out by sending letters, but what did you do, you diverted the damn letters. You refused to read them so now give me one good reason why she would want to see you." Damien quickly looked up. Letters. This talk about some goddamned letters he didn’t even know about. He suddenly remembered the night he had spoken to Madison on the phone, and she had also mentioned something about sending letters to him, but he was just as confused as he was right now. Now Alvarez was mentioning it too."Wait, wait. What are you talking about? What letters? She also mentioned sending letters to me, but I'm confused honestly.” Alvarez stared at him as if to ascertain if he was telling the truth, "Madison sent a letter about two weeks ago. And she has been sending follow-ups ever since. When she saw that you refused to reply to any of them, she stopped." Damien frowned, "I never got them. Are you sure she really sent them?" Alvarez glared at him, "Madison would never lie about something like that. At first she didn't even want to tell me she sent a letter, but then she did. I didn't like it because I knew something like this would happen. You would ignore them and then she would be in even more pain, but she didn’t give up and she was adamant. She wanted to try. It was some kind of request for your time and understanding for something she wanted to discuss, but when you ignored them she was obviously hurt. It was another slap in her face. So she has every right to be angry at you, man." Alvarez's words sent Damien reeling in shock, and then slowly it all began to make sense. The anger in her voice when she lashed out at him. She must have thought that he was trying to mock her by pretending not to know about the letter, and that’s why she was so hurt. "Shit!” Damien raked a hand through his hair. It all made sense now. All this time, the misunderstanding was from those letters. He would never have ignored her letters if he had gotten them. He honestly wouldn't have. He turned back to Alvarez, “Believe me, man. I didn't get any letters. I-I'm confused." "Really?" Alvarez asked, and added, “That's…. weird." "I would never ignore her letters, believe me. And you remember I was already seeking an audience with herback then. I sent my private investigator to find out where she was lodging in New York so I could talk to her, but she had left already. So why would I ignore her if she demands for an audience, or a chance to speak with me? Damnit!” Alvarez nodded in agreement, “That's true. I remember." Damien began to pace around the office, trying to think of ways to fix this mess he was in. "Maybe your girlfriend saw the letters first and decided to do away with them, just saying.” Alvarez joked his hands raised up and chuckling a little, he proceeded to sit on a chair nearby. It was a joke to Alvarez, but Damien had already paused mid-stride. Everything was beginning to piece itself together, and right there in the middle was that cunning piece he called his girlfriend, Katherine. He remembered that morning about two weeks ago when Katherine had slept over, and the doorbell had rung and she had answered, thinking he was still deep asleep. When she had come back in, he had questioned her about it, and she had said the person had knocked at the wrong house. Now that he thought of it, he realized it must have been the mailman. It also explained why he had been charged for a home post delivery bill, some days back. He had seen an email of the transaction a while ago and he had been surprised because he didn't receive any post, but nowit was now making sense. It wasn't farfetched either because he knew how Katherine felt about Madison, and so she must have received the letters and diverted them. Damien was raging in anger as he picked up his briefcase, his jaw ticking furiously, "Make sure the offices are locked before you leave. I have something to take care of." Alvarez nodded without any questions. Still fuming, he stormed out of the office and headed straight to Katherine's house.