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because his friend had insisted on introducing them. That had been a very long time ago but Shane still looked his very imposing and charismatic self. To say Damon was surprised Shane had decided to show up for the meeting was an understatement. The man always stayed back and allowed hi

some knowledge of banking. He would have been fucked. He made a mental note to give the man a raise for saving his arse. In fact, it would serve his absent-minded, rich, banker friend right if Da

ust sit quietly like a mute. Shane Lewis' reputation preceded him. The guy took control of issues whenever he was around and every major player in the business world knew that. Hey, the man d

tention of speaking a word. Hell, he didn't even look like he could hear a word of what was being said. Did Shane's silence have anything to do with Chris, Damon wondered. Damon watched the two for a while, waiting for either man to say something...anythin

've handled all the major issues. The secretary will mail the minutes to all of us before our next meeting in four weeks. That's going to t

t giving him a call later, and quickly turned to leave the conference room as though the hounds of hell were after him. Chris, on the other hand, remained seated, lo

bellowed without preamble, wincing

of all his seven friends, the squad, as they often called themselves...namely Dean, Cole, Matt, Chris, Kyle, Michael, and Ty, Chris was the most confident and assertive. To top that, Chris was smart and commanded respect

was also a lot of fun to be around...especially when the group of friends came together. But the Chris sitting in the conference room that very moment, was nothing like the Chri

ooked up into his eyes with his grey eyes filled with s

way to look at the seat Shane had been occupy

e. Who didn't? Well, in his defense, most people had never seen Shane physically, Damon arg