Ofelia’s POV
The gossip about the café photograph faded faster than I expected, but the embarrassment stayed with me long after people stopped whispering openly. For the next several days, I kept my head down, completed every assignment Damien gave me, and avoided unnecessary conversations around the office. It was easier that way. The less attention I drew to myself, the less chance anyone had to invent another story about me. Damien seemed to understand because he remained completely professional, almost distant again, although every so often I caught him looking through the glass wall of his office as if he wanted to say something.
He never did.
I told myself I preferred it that way.
On Friday afternoon, while I was organizing the following week’s meeting schedule, my phone vibrated
