"Um…okay then." Damian's assistant then went to call Naomi again.
Damian assumed that it was just one of those tricks that celebrities pulled. To him, they were just trying to extort more money from him. Nobody was out of his reach as long as he paid them.
He sat down and had a few more drinks before his assistant returned a short while later. The assistant had Damian’s phone with him this time and handed it over.
"Mr. Tanner, I don't think she's giving an excuse. I told her what you said, and she sent this over." The assistant positioned the phone nearer to Damian's face as he spoke.
When Damian saw the photo, he almost dropped the glass in his hand. "What the hell?!"
Naomi had sent him a picture with the message, "I had an allergic reaction. I'm in the hospital now. If you don't believe me, here's a picture of my face for you."
Although only half of her face was in the photo, she was flushed and covered in pimples. It was a terrifying sight. It was no wonder Damian almost dropped his glass.
"Put that away! That’s cursed! Why’d you show it to me?!" He growled, "All right, who cares if she's not coming? Why don't I ask someone to send her a get-well-soon gift basket to demonstrate my consideration? We must leave a good impression so they can't find fault in us."
He took another bottle after pausing to reflect, poured himself a drink, and then said, "Hold up, get two more things for her. Then call some reporters in to take a few photos to show our company's concern."
This sounded like a good idea.
Damian's assistant nodded and immediately carried out his orders. Then there was another wave of flatteries. They all praised him for his authoritative demeanor, incredible strategies, and the fact that this company was experiencing its most prosperous period.
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