Twenty did not speak again. He wiped his face slowly with a handkerchief, his mind racing in directions he could not control.
In that moment, it felt like he knew nothing about the man sitting before him. What kind of person could casually bring out two hundred million dollars and still choose to work as a junior associate in a firm?
With that kind of money, Damian could have built his own firm from the ground up without breaking a sweat.
Even before this, Twenty had always believed Damian was too good for that place. His mind alone made him stand out. Now, with power and wealth added to the equation, it no longer made sense.
At this point, the firm should be paying Damian just to exist.
Twenty was shaken. The more he learned about him, the less he understood. Every meeting came with a new revelation, a new layer that made everything before it feel incomplete. It had gone past surprising. It was becoming ridiculous.
