Damian showed up at my private apartment late that night, looking disheveled and desperate as he tried to convince me that I could not destroy a massive alliance over a minor delay. I calmly informed him that I knew Serena had been in the country for a full week, reciting the exact boutique hotel where she was staying and the restaurant where they recently dined. I also confronted him about his eleven secret trips to London, noting how he always brought me expensive silk scarves to mask his guilt. He left in silence but returned five days later, this time bringing Serena with him. They walked into my home as if attending a corporate meeting, and Damian proposed a disturbing arrangement. He suggested we move forward with our original business commitment and public marriage while he took time to figure out his relationship with Serena. Serena chimed in, claiming his transparency was a form of respect, completely ignoring the sheer audacity of their proposal.
Instead of arguing with their delusional proposal, I walked into my study and retrieved a formal legal document I had prepared. I informed them that if the Fairmont family wanted to salvage any of our joint ventures, Damian would have to legally transfer thirty percent of his personal stake in the Grand Plaza development into my name. Damian was absolutely shocked by the demand, but I explained it was simply a fair price for the massive financial risk his actions had created for my family. Serena dismissed my demand as pathetic revenge, which prompted me to expose her own financial secrets. I asked her if she was still enjoying the luxury penthouse Damian secretly funded and mentioned the one hundred and eighty thousand dollars she had charged to his corporate card last week. Damian turned to her in utter disbelief, completely unaware of her excessive spending. I ordered them out of my apartment, giving them three days to sign the agreement, which they ultimately executed.