Damian sat beside the floor to ceiling glass wall of his bedroom with one leg crossed over the other while countless city lights glittered beneath the night sky beyond the mansion grounds. The Pacific stretched endlessly in the distance, dark and calm beneath the moonlight, yet his attention never once drifted toward the view.
Documents floated around him in neat stacks, pages turning on their own whenever his gaze lingered on them for more than a second. Property acquisitions, church expansion reports, business revenues, political influence assessments, financial projections, and intelligence summaries all passed before his eyes one after another.
By every mortal standard, he had already won. His net worth alone had surpassed six hundred million dollars and continued growing at a frightening pace, but that number meant very little to him now. Money had long ceased being the measure of power in his life. Influence was what truly mattered.
