Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 163

"You were about ten minutes late. We all had something to do, sir. I'm just saying, that we deserve an explanation."

Damien knew already that the men were going yo say something. He had watched them look from one person ro the other. He had waited for one of them to man up, and finally one did. It was quite a bother to think that the men couldn't speak up when the person in question is a young boy.

He made sure to pick each of the men in his gaze. Finally his gaze dropped on Denzel, Marcot jnr. He had invited the lad to join them in the meeting.

The boy had been stunned when Damien invited him. Not even a minister could be invited to the board meeting of BMX group, but a young boy was? Even if he was the son of one of the members, that was nothing close to a qualification.

"And we would love also to know why you invited Denzel to join us in today's meeting. Its against protocol. As much as we know and agree that an owner could do whatever he wants with his firm, yet I guess we deserve a sort of explanation."

"On both issues."

Another person added.

This was exactly what Damien had expected when he thought of the board members of the BMX group. He was glad that he wasn't disappointed.

He would had been sad and mad if he had walked into the room to meet a group of middle aged men who were cowering before him. Of course he would demand that they respected him, but not do so at the expense of their sanity.

He loved a setting where everyone is free to express their opinions, yet unable to kick his aside. That was exactly what he did with the girls, and somehow it helped him know the girls for who they were. If he had broken their wings at meeting, they would have been pretending.

Even giving them freedom didn't stop some of them from pretending. A name came to his mind, but that wasn't the time to worry about the girls. There is more to do now, and the last thing wss them. Business was calling.

"I don't think I can apologise."

He started. He got the reactions which he had anticipated; gentle murmurs travelling across the room.

"Mr Marcot, should I apologise?"

He didn't know who Mr Marcot was but he acted as though he did.

"Ermmmm... I mean..."

Mr Marcot couldn't quite find his voice. He had bald head.

"Denzel delayed me on my way in, and I had no choice but to let him do his job, though he took it quite personally. Which brings me to the major reason why I can't apologise."

He took a pause. It was as though he wss doing it intentionally to let the word sink into the heads of the men.

"If you really me want to apologise, then I'd have to sack Denzel and his father."

"What!"

He heard an exclamation which ran from one corner of the room to the other.

"Denzel... you should speak for yourself so that I won't seem like an evil person."

He called at Denzel who stood up.

"I... I.... I mean... He... We..."

Denzel couldn't quite find his words. His father was keeping track of what was happening.

"I don't think we should take this on. Let's just forget about all these."

Mr Marcot finally came on. It was obvious in the faces of some of the members that they didn't quite agree, but none of them seemed to have anything to say.

The reason was because Mr Marcot was the next person who had the biggest share after Mr Colton. Not that he had relevance to the company now that it has been sold. But for some reason which is political, the rest of the members knew when to push their lucks.

Before, no one wants to get on the bad side of Mr Colton, but now tables have turned and Mr Marcot wss the one close to a god in the board.

If he is close to a god... then the person who is close to is Damien? Making him a god?"

"It's really a great thing to finally meet you, Mr Damien."

"Though you look younger than I thought, but you carry the aura."

"But your dressing... it's so great and soothing to see a super rich young man dressing so humbly."

Denzel looked across the room. It was obvious that the poor lad was trying to get a signal, an approval from the lots, especially his father.

"Sir, we can't tell you what to do... But even if you want to hear it from my son, your Secretary shouldn't be here with us because it's a very delicate affairs of the sta---"

Matthew wanted to snap at Mr Marcot who had just said a piece of his mind but Damien prevented him.

Damien took a sigh, his eyes closing in in frustration,

"How about I dissolve the board... cos I don't understand why I would give an instruction and y'all dumb bastards will keep interrupting! Do yiu want to die!!!"

When Damien's voice reached the peak, chills were sent down the spines of everyone in the room. None of them dared to interrupt him anymore. They looked at one another in utter disbelief.

"Go ahead, Denzel."

There was this darkness lurking in the corners of his face.

"It's a rumor that I heard... overheard my dad talking about it."

Denzel looked at his father again. The old man was trying to discourage him from speaking, using glares but the boy didn't seem to care.

"The BMX group is not really what the media presents. The girls are sent to ultra rich men to satisfy their wild fantasies, whether or not it hurt. Some of them were blackmailed into joining the group... and none of them can leave because doing so would cosy their lives and loved ---"

"Denzel!!!"

Mr Mascot was on his feet, his eyes burning in rage. Damien took a minute to glance at the old man... he scoffed then looked back to the lad as though the old man was irrelevant.

"If I understand you perfectly, you mean the BMX group is a human trafficking agent fronting as a beauty group?!!"

Denzel nodded his head to Damien's question.

The first thing that came to Damien's mind was Evelyn... that fragile girl... to think that she had been manhandled and mistreated shred his heart...

His blood began to burn in raving rage... his eyes glowed.