The next morning at StoneTech, Chloe strutted into the design floor, hiding her sleepless night behind a coat of flawless makeup and her brightest red lipstick. Her heels clicked defiantly as if daring anyone to notice the slight drag in her step.
Damian was already there. Of course he was. Standing by his desk, flipping through his sketch book as though he had been waiting for her all morning. Which he had.
His posture was annoyingly perfect, his charcoal suit tailored within an inch of its life, and his expression unreadable.
Chloe rolled her eyes when she saw him. Was that the only suit he had? If it's not gray, then it's charcoal. She thought with a lazy shake of her head.
Miss Laurent had called to informed her Damian would be moving into her office in regards to them working together. Even though she didn't like it, she'd been left with no choice.
