CHAPTER 9

"Wow... You don't even know my name??" He asked.

"Why should I bother??" I asked back.

"I don't like the title... Don't bother just call me by my name." He said.

"Which is?"

"Damian Black."

I almost spat out the food that was in my mouth.

"The Damian Black?? Then that means..."

"That's right. I'm the owner of Black and Co designers." He said smugly.

What the hell?!?!?!

"The same one you applied to get a job in." He said.

"How come? But you were the interviewer. Interviewers aren't the same as the CEOs." I said unable to hide my shock.

"Who told you that?" He asked in amusement.

"Besides that's only one of my numerous companies. Why would I, who can afford this expensive mansion and own a really large club still work under someone in a fashion company?" He boasted.

Why didn't I think of that?

"But...." I muttered unable to place my thoughts together. I was really perplexed.

Then that means that the CEO of Black and Co designers is a murderer. How come the police nor the media knows ab