Adrian's POV
I headed directly to Stella's workplace after my tense visit to the police station. My plan was simple—take her to lunch and explain everything that was unfolding. When I arrived, Damian was hovering around Stella's desk, his usual jokes flying.
"Is your company going under, Adrian?" Damian flashed that mischievous grin of his.
"Where would you get that idea? My company is thriving, thank you very much," I replied flatly, still carrying the weight of my police station ordeal.
"Yet here you are again, almost like you're hunting for employment." Damian chuckled while I shot him an exasperated look—he was clearly enjoying himself at my expense.
"You're impossible, Damian," I groaned.
"And you're in too foul a mood to be around my future nephew." Damian maintained his teasing smile as Stella joined in the laughter.
"After the morning I've had dealing with the police, even you would be stressed," I remarked, dragging a chair over to collapse into it.
