closed starter for @wrendaily
at first, damon had merely thought the cute girl bringing coffee into his third meeting for the day had been familiar only because she looked like one of the many women in this city he’d bedded, likely while he was high on something or other in a seedy club outside of town. but as the meeting had worn on--and his employees were used to carrying thing along even when damon stopped paying attention--he’d realized that wasn’t the case. he knows her, and not because he’s slept with her. she’s the girl he’d run into at some gala or another several years ago, the petite, charming brunette whom he’d watched being whisked aggressively away by a boyfriend who very clearly didn’t realize how far out of his league she was. but he’d had pressing business to which he needed to attend, and damon had let her slip away and bury herself in his memories as an arbitrary encounter that occurred to him from time to time, but not much more. and now, apparently, somebody had hired her as an administrative assistant.
he’s the first one out of the enormous, glass-walled conference room that looks out onto an enviable expanse of the city, and it doesn’t take damon long to spot her--she’s carrying more coffee cups, too many by the looks of it. he glides over to her with all the natural grace of someone born into elite society and takes one of the styrofoam trays out of her hands to lighten her load. “come with me,” he says curtly, but it lacks his usual tone of demand. he’s merely asking her to follow. he leads her down the hall to his office, whose view is even more spectacular than that of the conference room. “you can set those down,” he indicates the remaining coffee in her hands and then his desk, after which he seats himself in the luxurious chair behind it. “you’re a new hire.” he steeples his fingers and surveys her beneath his heavy brow bone, curious whether she recognizes him as well, but not asking yet. “what’s your name?”
