Damien reached for a can of soda from the coffee table and popped it open with a soft hiss. He took a sip, glanced sideways at Lucian, then leaned back against the couch. Lucian immediately knew that he was about to talk about business.
“So…” he started slowly, eyes still on the screen. “Be honest. Do you think Lorenzo knows we’re behind the deal with Tyrus Holdings?”
Lucian didn’t look away from the TV. “If he was smart, he’d at least suspect.”
“Yeah, but do you want him to find out?” Damien asked, lowering his soda can. “Because that guy holds a grudge like a rabid dog.”
Lucian turned his head slightly, his eyes cool. “If he does find out, it won’t change anything. The deal’s sealed. His company will bleed either way.”
Damien whistled under his breath. “Damn. You’re colder than ever
