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Damian

"The Irish did it again." Oliver burst into the room.

"Go on." He started walking towards me taking a seat.

"They attacked 4 of our bodyguards but they didn't steal anything again."

"Are the four bodyguard okay?" He nods his head.

"Make one of our good assassin go attack four of there guard so we can be even."

There was a long silence, Oliver just looked at me and I looked at him back waiting for him to say anything else.

"Is there anything else?"

"Can I take Evangelina t-" I cut him.

"Why are you asking me permission?" He shrug his shoulders.

"I'm just going to say you said yes for me to take her to out."

"Where too?"

"The new club, that one of our business partner just opened up."

"Bring Vivian and Cristopher with you guys." He rise his eyebrows, "Cant let them be alone while you guy are out at the club."

"Why can't you just watch them?"

"Business trip, All of the mob are going to be there for a gala."

"I can take Cristopher but your taking Vivian to that gala trip or whatever, so you can have a date over there." He says.

"Wait when is it happening?" He questions.

"Tomorrow." He nods his head.

Oliver got up from his seat, he started walking towards opening the door before walking out leaving the door open.

Fucking bitch.

"Jones." I call one of my bodyguards.

He knocked on the door coming inside my office.

"Go call Vivian, tell her to come to my office." I order.

He nods his head.

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"You better actually have a reason for me being in your office this time." I lifted my head seeing Vivian.

Eyes went down where she was wearing ripped jeans and a tank top.

She started walking over to me taking a seat down in the chair.

I closed my laptop  putting it on the side.

"I do." She nods her head.

"Your going to be my date to the gala that going happened tomorrow." Her eyes wide.

"Okay." All she says nothing else.

"Might as well start packing soon, we will leave at-" I took my phone out of my pocket seeing it was only 11:34 am.

"1:30 pm." She nods her head.

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