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Stella's POV
The executive floor buzzed with unusual chaos before everyone suddenly rushed out for the day. Only Hazel and I remained, settling into an unexpected pocket of silence. I was about to suggest we grab coffee when my phone cut through the quiet with Damian's ringtone.
"Stella, I need you here fast," Damian's voice carried an edge I rarely heard.
"What's happening, boss?"
"Bring Hazel and get to my house immediately. Tell her it's audit related if necessary. My driver is already waiting in the garage. Stella, I mean right now."
Something in his tone made my stomach clench. "Damian, is everything alright?"
"God, I hope so." His heavy exhale told me everything I needed to know.
After instructing the receptionists to handle any calls and close the executive floor, I grabbed my purse and headed straight for Hazel's office. Within minutes we were speeding through Brooklyn traffic toward Damian's house.
