Aria walked through the 47th floor like a woman possessed.
Emma looked up from her desk, eyes widening slightly. "Aria? Are you okay? You look...."
"I'm fine." Her voice was steady, strong. "Is Mr. Blackwood in his office?"
"Yes, but he's on a call...."
Aria didn't wait. She walked straight to his door and knocked once. Hard.
"Come in."
She entered without waiting for further invitation.
Damien was indeed on a call, his phone to his ear, but his eyes widened slightly when he saw her expression.
"I'll have to call you back," he said into the phone, not taking his eyes off her. "Something's come up."
He ended the call. "Aria, what...."
"We need to talk. Now."
He stood slowly, his gaze assessing. "Close the door."
She did, but didn't lock it. This wasn't about sex or claiming or dominance. This was about truth.
"What happened?" he asked, moving around the desk toward her.
"Victoria happened. She was here. In the building. Waiting for me in the lobby."
