Aria made her way slowly through the estate toward Damien's study. It was on the second floor, in the east wing...a large, masculine space filled with dark wood, leather furniture, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
But when she reached the study door and knocked, there was no answer.
Strange. Where else would he be?
Then she remembered...he had a home office too. A smaller, more private space he used for confidential calls and sensitive work. It was on the third floor, tucked away in a corner of the estate she rarely visited.
She climbed the stairs carefully, each step a reminder of this morning's activities, and made her way down the quiet hallway.
The door to his private office was slightly ajar, and she could hear his voice inside....low and controlled, the tone he used for business calls.
"I understand the concerns, Charles, but I'm confident in the projections.
