"Damian speaks highly of you and believes you are destined for something greater…" Faceless said calmly while twirling the whiskey in his glass.
Twenty could only stare at him, half afraid and half exhilarated. It had taken him a while to gather himself and return to his seat, yet it was still difficult to hold a conversation with a white man wearing a black face, especially when the face was his own.
It was not just his face. He also had his voice.
Seeing the man he was trying to discuss business with frozen like this, Damian let out a quiet sigh. All he had wanted was to frighten this man into obedience, yet it seemed he had frightened him so thoroughly that he had broken him.
Letting out a heavier sigh, Damian released the cup from his hand. It fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces. Twenty flinched at the sharp sound, blinking as his trance was broken by the violent crack of glass.
