Hudson stared down at him without expression.
No sympathy.
No hesitation.
Just cold, absolute disappointment.
Behind Hudson’s composed expression, the real Damien Blackwood—still hidden beneath the disguise of an ordinary security personnel—was already seething.
Not because of Bill Franklin’s private appetites.
Damien couldn’t care less about whatever filthy fantasies a man indulged in behind closed doors on his own time.
But dragging Blackwood Enterprises into it?
Using company resources, company offices, company authority—and the reputation of his corporation—to feed those impulses?
That was different.
That crossed a line Damien never tolerated.
Because Bill Franklin hadn’t just disgraced himself — He had contaminated his company.
Turned one of Blackwood Enterprise’s most sen
