Damien’s POV
The conference room door slammed shut behind Ofelia.
Silence settled over the room, but it wasn’t peaceful. It was suffocating.
I remained exactly where I was, staring at the closed door as if she might walk back through it.
She didn’t.
Slowly, I lifted a hand to my cheek.
It still stung.
She had slapped me.
A woman had just slapped Damien Voss.
Any other day, any other person, they would have been fired before their hand even finished swinging.
Instead…
I couldn’t even be angry.
I deserved it.
My jaw tightened as I replayed the last few minutes in my head.
Richard smiling at her.
Richard complimenting her.
Richard asking her to dinner.
Then me…
Accusing her.
Telling her she enjoyed the attention.
Looking at the outfit Victoria had bought for her and implyi
