Damon's Bad Luck

Damon sent his heavy mahogany desk crashing to the floor. The loud crack echoed through his private office. Stacks of financial reports, a crystal whiskey decanter, and his expensive laptop scattered across the plush carpet in a chaotic mess. His chest heaved as he stood over the ruin. He was breathing hard, his hands clenched into tight fists. The walls were closing in on him. The past forty-eigh