Damien's POV - Next Day
I was in the middle of reviewing quarterly reports when my assistant buzzed through.
"Mr. Blackwood? There's Vivian Monroe here to see you." Jessica's voice was carefully neutral. "She doesn't have an appointment."
My jaw clenched. "Tell her I'm busy."
"I tried, sir. She's quite insistent, says it's about Aria."
Of course she did.
"Fine." I closed my laptop. "Send her in. And Jessica? Stay on the line, record everything."
"Yes, sir."
A moment later, my office door opened.
Vivian walked in wearing a red dress that left little to the imagination. Low-cut, tight, clearly chosen for maximum impact. Her hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her makeup perfect, her heels adding inches to her height.
Few years ago, I would have noticed, might have been tempted.
Now? I just felt vaguely disgusted.
"Damien." She smiled, closing the door behind her. "Thank you for seeing me."
