*****
The office was quiet that morning , unusually quiet. Even the clicking of keyboards and hum of the air conditioner sounded softer, almost hesitant. Emery sat at her desk, eyes fixed on the screen but mind miles away.
She hadn’t slept much. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him.... Damian.
The look on his face when she had said those words: I think you’re mistaken, sir.
It wasn’t just anger. It was hurt. The kind of hurt that carved deep, leaving invisible wounds that never really healed.
Her phone buzzed.
For a moment, her heart jumped she thought it was him.
But it wasn’t.
Gabriel: Don’t forget about tonight, Miss Lincoln. 7 p.m.
Her pulse steadied. A deep exhale left her lips. Right, Gabriel. Her new boss. Her escape from chaos.
She typed back quickly, I won’t forge
