*flashback continuation*
Damian was sitting in his small study, poring over yet another letter from a supplier who had cut ties with the company, when a loud knock echoed through the house. It startled him enough to make him drop the letter. His heart raced as he walked to the door, half-hoping it might be some good news for once, though the weight in his chest told him otherwise.
When he opened the door, three men in dark suits stood on the porch. One of them, holding a clipboard, gave him a practiced, professional smile.
"Mr. Clarke?" the man asked.
"Yes," Damian replied hesitantly, gripping the doorframe.
The man straightened his posture. "We're here on behalf of the bank. As you're aware, the loans on your company and personal assets have defaulted. We're here to inform you that t
