Ofelia’s POV
The black car rolled smoothly through the city streets, carrying us toward the meeting with the Hong Kong investors. This was the first time I had accompanied Damien outside the office. The silence in the back seat felt heavier than usual. I kept my eyes on the tablet in my lap, reviewing the expansion files one last time. Damien sat beside me, focused on his phone, his expression unreadable as always.
I stole a glance at him. The tailored suit fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and commanding presence. He looked every inch the powerful billionaire. I quickly looked away, reminding myself of the boundaries I had set. Professional. Polite. Distant.
The car pulled up in front of a sleek glass building downtown. Security guards nodded respectfully as we stepped
