Chapter 162: Workaholic Family Guy

Damian Harold, despite being a family guy, was usually at work on Saturdays. "I play all day during the week; I might as well get some work done on weekends," was his excuse the first time I had asked him why he did it. Of course, being the day after the gala, I could very much understand what he was working on. He was sitting behind his desk when I walked in, glancing up from a stack of papers. His face lit up slightly when he saw me, but the smile faded as soon as he saw the look on mine. "Damian," Harold greeted, setting his pen down and motioning for me to sit. "You look like you’ve been through the wringer. Still held up about last night?" I pulled one of the chairs that were at least movable in his office and dropped into the chair across from him, rubbing my hands together. "Everything’s a mess, Harold." He leaned back, studying me for a moment. "I’m guessing this has something to do with Charlotte?" I nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I don’t know what to do. Las