Chapter 29
Damien took a long sip from his latte, his eyes scanning through documents, one after the other. The coffee did little to ease his throbbing headache, and the dull ache in his muscles reminded him that he’d only had about three hours of sleep for the entire day.
His red hair, usually neatly styled, was now a mess. It was more like a bird’s nest now, and his eyes were baggy from lack of sleep. Being the Global Creative Director of Liavenne and also a top designer for Liavenne, especially with the upcoming fashion shows, meant working overtime, sometimes to the point where he found himself wanting to quit. Besides, he had originally wanted to be a designer, but because of his position as the heir, his mother had also thrust him into this role.
But then, whenever he thought of his mother’s stern face, the idea of quitting would evaporate instantly.
Just as he pinched the bridge of his nose, a figure lazily strolled into his office and made himself at home on the couch.
"What do you want, Lucas?" Damien sighed, rubbing his throbbing temples. "If you’re here to disturb me, I don’t have the time. I’m busy."
Lucas was Damien’s best friend. They had been friends since childhood and later grew to be best friends. Currently, he was the Artistic Director of Liavenne.
Lucas pouted dramatically. "Don’t be so harsh, Damien. Besides, I come bearing news."
Damien barely looked up. "What news?"
"You have a new assistant."
For the first time that day, Damien’s hand stopped moving.
His sleep-deprived brain took a second to process the words before his eyes snapped up, widening slightly in surprise.