Chloe had just returned from her lunch break, her heels clicking against the polished tiles of StoneTech's design floor.
She tossed her bag onto her desk with a dramatic sigh, flipping through a stack of fabric swatches she had abandoned that morning. The vibrant silks and soft satins no longer looked as exciting as they had before Ms. Laurent dropped her bombshell the day before.
The very thought of Damian's name was enough to sour her mood. She knew he'd come. He always came when he had something to prove. She wasn't wrong.
His footsteps were measured, purposeful, and all too familiar. When she glanced up, there he was—immaculately dressed in a charcoal-gray suit, that seemed to be his favorite, his expression cool, collected, and infuriatingly calm.
