Daemon’s secretary, who is surprisingly a male brought her to his office in the penthouse of the Druft tower.
“Ms. Devon, please don’t hesitate to call me through the intercom if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Sean. I’ll call you when I need you.”
After Sean left, Devon explored her husband’s office, which is definitely not your typical square room for business. Of course, she has expected this. The mafia boss who rules over the entire district would not just settle for an ordinary-looking workplace. In fact, this is nothing like your regular rich man’s office because it looks more like a gallery or a museum.
The place is hugely spacious and you can freely run around without fear of breaking things up from arm’s length. The floor to ceiling walls hung paintings- commissioned, sold, an
