Damian's POV
It was bright and sunny, more messages, still early. But at least I won't be late to my party. Andrew was waiting outside the door when I approached the Sinclair mansion.
"Sir, are you okay, did you sleep alright?" He asked as we walked into the mansion, I saw workers going in and out, who can bring in the drinks and wine.
"I did, I need all forms of business calls blocked, and after today's party, why don't you take a break, maybe a month, what do you say?" I held his shoulder and I brushed his pointy chin with my fingers.
Little one had been working with me since I took over the business since I was twenty five, I could remember how smooth his chin was, and how little he was when asking for an internship.
Now he has a mustache, taller than me and obviously visits the gym.
"Sir? Are you alright? You never take breaks."