Damien
I stepped away from Kayla near the executive elevators, heading toward my office. Just before the doors closed, I glanced back one last time.
She stood confidently in the middle of the hallway, speaking to one of the employees with calm authority. Her fitted skirt and blazer gave her a polished, executive look, but it was more than that. It was the way she carried herself—smart, composed, impossible to ignore.
People listened when Kayla spoke.
And for the first time, I realized they weren’t staring at her only because she was my wife.
When I entered my office, Sarah was already waiting beside my desk with a tablet in one hand and coffee in the other.
“Morning, Mr. Blackwood,” she said smoothly. “Your schedule changed. The meeting with Horizon Media Group has been moved to elev
