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~Damon's POV
I dropped the last parchment on the desk with a groan. My eyes burned from reading for too long, and my neck ached from sitting stiffly.
"Enough," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples. The endless numbers, names, and signatures swam before my vision. All I wanted now was peace. Maybe I'd check if Lisa was still asleep. Just seeing her had a way of calming me.
I stood, stretching my arms, and pushed the chair back. The halls were dim and quiet as I walked, only a few maids scurrying about with lowered heads. My mind drifted, thinking of her smile, the way she laughed even when she was upset.
But then I stopped cold.
My heart lurched.
Lisa.
She was lying on the corridor floor, motionless.
"Lisa!" My voice cracked as I rushed forward, kneeling beside her. Her skin was pale, her lips parted as if she'd been calling out.
"No… no, no, no," I whispered, shaking her shoulder gently. "Wake up. Lisa, wake up, please."
