It started with rain.
Not just any rain—a relentless, torrential downpour that hammered against the windows of Holt Tower like the sky itself was unraveling. And of course, it had to happen on the one night I stayed late.
Everyone else had already left.
Except me.
And him.
Damien Holt.
My cold, unreadable, grumpy boss who had whispered my name like a sin just hours ago before pushing me away like I was fire.
I was still at my desk, trying to finish a report with trembling hands when the building’s PA system crackled to life.
“Due to severe weather and flooding, all exits from Holt Tower are currently inaccessible. Please remain inside until further notice.”
Great.
Just f*ck*ng great.
I glanced at my phone—no signal. I stood and made my way to the executive office floor where I k
