Damon sat in the hotel's living area, leaning back on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.
His social media was still flooded with posts about his fight, his celebration, and, of course, the controversy surrounding it. Some were defending him, others condemning him, but none of it really mattered right now.
What mattered was the meeting he was about to attend.
He exhaled, tossing his phone onto the table in front of him. The fine was a problem, not because he couldn't pay it, but because of what it represented.
A warning.
A leash.
A way for officials to try and keep him in check.
Victor was running late, but Damon wasn't surprised. The man never rushed for anything unless he had to.
When the door finally opened, Victor stepped in, looking unbothered as usual. He gave Damon a nod before taking a seat across from him.
"You ready?" Victor asked, crossing one leg over the other.
