the city lights burn against the midnight windows of the skyscraper. Damian loosens he's tie and sets down a glass of whiskey down on he's desk. without looking up from the files , he speaks-- calm , but low as if he's confessing the night itself Damian says "Tell me something.....why are you still here? Any other assistant would've quit by Now Don't tell me it's just the paycheck."
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