Chapter sixteen

Mr Dave swift, eyes were fixed on mine and I knew I needed to be very careful with my words. I couldn't afford to lose my face in public. Mr Swift asked to see Irene, even after I informed him she was resting after a stressful day.

He calmed down and sat halfway on the sofa. We sat in silence and waited for who would raise a conversation. Finally, he cleared his throat and called me like he was my boss.

“Damien, you were at my place a few days ago and the story I was told and what you told the public didn't click. What games are you playing with my child? “ his voice was almost sharper than that of a simba.

His questions threw me off balance, I felt like hitting myself in the head. I didn't think this through. With millions of questions bruising through my head, I managed to keep a composure. “I don't understand what you mean by games sir" I acted clueless.

The looks in his eyes would have killed me at a glance. I maintained my pace and allowed him swall