Page 32 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“Is that something you want to make happen?”
Damian’s running thoughts drew up short. He looked at his dom, brows drawing together. The idea of using Richard as a pawn in his game against Bak Gyeong hadn’t entered his conscious thought. He’d spent years defending Richard and the Reevesworth empire, not using them.
“It would make it harder for them to make him disappear, sir, unless they’re powerful enough to try to make it seem like you kidnapped him.”
Richard smiled dangerously. “I’ll get our PR department on standby. Make your phone calls. We’ll get your boy, Pup.”
Damian swallowed, his eyes dangerously misty. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“Sir?”
Richard smiled. “Think about where we started.”
Damian dropped his eyes but looked up again quickly. “Just a street punk and a construction foreman, sir.”
Richard laughed. “There was a time you couldn’t have found Korea on a map. They’re not ready for you.”
“Something tells me you’re going to enjoy this.”
“Watching you kick ass and rescue your boy? Yes, I will—immensely.”
“I wouldn’t be here without you, sir.”
“We all have someone who paved our way. I wouldn’t be here without Franklin and Linda and Émeric.”
In the SUV thirty minutes later—with two of their security personnel in a following vehicle and a trained driver at the wheel—Damian stayed glued to his phone, his laptop open on the tray table beside him. Richard had his own tablet open, reviewing the information on BBB3 Damian had forwarded to him.
Damian hit the contact for an old classmate of his. A groggy voice picked up on the other end of the line. “Do you know what time it is, Sathers?”
“Bryce, I do. I wouldn’t call if it wasn’t an emergency.”
Bryce smothered a yawn. “Just let me get away from my wife.” Sounds of murmuring to another person and getting out of bed filtered through the connection. Bryce smothered a yawn. “Okay, shoot, Sathers.”
“I need help getting someone’s passport. It’s being held by their employer against their will.”
“We can issue them a new passport, temporary transport papers.”
“They’re Korean.”
“Oh.” Bryce took a second to process that.
“This is both business and personal. I called you because you deal with this kind of stuff every day.”
“Uh, yeah.” A chair squeaked. Damian kept his breath steady. Bryce was his second choice for help in this area, but Rory Li was out of the country. Bryce was a Foreign Service officer for the American embassy in Seoul. He’d know options.
“What kind of employer?”
“Entertainment agency. The individual is well known.”
“Well, fuck. Couldn’t do something quiet and invisible, could we? How do they know they can’t get their passport?”
“Their employer locked them into their place of work and deprived them of the means to leave as well as money, ID, and communication.”
“Well, shit. Why?”
“We can’t currently prove it but attempted sex trafficking.”
