When Damian saw me, he acted as though nothing had happened as if I had only stepped away to the break room. His expression was calm, his tone casual. I mirrored him, my own face smooth and unreadable. Between us, there was an unspoken understanding about what had happened yesterday. We didn't need to say it aloud.
He was almost cheerful when he asked me about Alexander's bid, delighted to learn how much Alex was willing to put on the table. He leaned closer, lowering his voice with that greedy glint in his eyes.
"You should see him more often," Damian said. "In private. You know… to get useful information from him."
I smiled faintly, though inside my stomach turned. So this is what he sees me as his bargaining chip, his spy in Alex's bed.
