✴ Damien ✴
The office was quiet as I stepped off the elevator and into the sleek, open space of Gale Enterprises. Christmas decorations were still up, but their cheer felt muted under the fluorescent lights. I ran a hand through my hair, as I glanced around the deserted lobby before heading toward my private office. I hadn’t planned to be here today. Hell, I hadn’t planned to do much of anything after the disaster that was my Christmas. But sitting alone in my penthouse, replaying the conversation I’d had with Scarlett, had pushed me to the brink of madness. I needed clarity. A plan. Something to pull me out of the spiral of self-pity I had fallen into. As I entered my office, the familiar scent of leather and polished wood greeted me. The space was pristine, every detail curated to exude
