"How's the purchase going? When will the deal be completed?" Damian asked, his voice low and gravelly, barely looking up from a contract.
He was in a rush—a frantic, calculated hurry. The holidays were a deadline he had set for himself. He wanted the keys to the Holmby Hills mansion in his pocket before the first snowfall. More than that, he wanted to see Alina standing in the grand foyer, her laughter echoing off the high ceilings. The thought of her in that space, away from the prying eyes of the world, was the only thing keeping his temper in check today. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, his eyes finally flickering toward Lucas, who stood like a silent sentinel.
Lucas didn't miss a beat. He stepped forward, the sleek screen of his iPad glowing. "This was sent over by the agent just after sunrise, sir. It's the final walkthrough video."
