Chapter 322
Damien
"...are you sure you have no interest in politics? You could have so much support. Honestly, if it was you, the election would be easy."
I freeze outside the conference room door.
That voice. Mr. Edwards—long-time party loyalist, my father's old ally, a man whose opinion carries weight with every major donor in the city. What the fuck is he saying?
"Ha ha, no thank you." Another voice. Familiar. Too familiar. "I'll leave that for my brother and father. Politics are not for me."
Daphne.
What is she doing here?
I don't wait. I push open the door and walk in.
They're both there;Mr. Edwards in his usual tailored suit, and Daphne, leaning against the conference table like she owns the place.
"Ah... Damien." Mr. Edwards falters for just a moment. "You're here. Good, we were just—"
"What are you doing here?" I snap at Daphne, ignoring him completely.
She doesn't flinch. Doesn't even blink. Just tilts her head with that infuriating calm.
