Damien Pov
I sat in my office, watching the sun set, making calls to set everything in motion.
Additional security teams positioned around the penthouse. Background checks on every staff member who'd had access to the building this week. A private investigator to tail Vivian and document everyone she contacted.
Every detail planned and executed. Vivian thought she was being clever. Thought she'd successfully gathered intel. Instead, she'd revealed her hand—and now we knew she is actively planning something.
My phone rang it was Aria.
"Hey," I answered. "What's up?"
"When are you coming home?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable. "Noah keeps asking."
"Soon." I softened my tone. "Maybe another hour, is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Just..." She paused. "I miss you, is that weird to say?"
My chest tightened. "Not weird. I miss you too."
"Even though you just saw me this morning?"
