Damien’s POV
The photograph was waiting for me before Richard even left my office.
I had barely finished discussing the revised terms of our agreement when my phone vibrated against the desk. At first, I ignored it. Richard was still speaking, explaining something about a possible expansion into another region, and under normal circumstances, he would have had my complete attention.
Instead, my eyes kept drifting toward the glass wall separating my office from the executive floor.
Ofelia sat at her desk with her phone in one hand.
She looked pale.
Even from where I was sitting, I could see the tension in her shoulders.
Something was wrong.
Richard followed my gaze and gave me a knowing smile.
“You seem distracted.”
“I’m not.”
“Of course not.”
I looked back at him. “Were you say
