Damien’s POV Damien stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the distant figures of Eva and Alex as they engaged in a deep, evidently serious conversation. From his vantage point across the room, he could not discern their words, but the weight of their exchange was palpable, hanging in the air like a dense fog. He watched as Alex finally walked away, his shoulders slumped in a manner that spoke volumes. Whatever was said, it seemed definitive, and a part of Damien felt a pang of sorrow for his brother. Another, more selfish part, couldn't help but feel a tremor of hope stir within him. Turning away, Damien made his way back to his office, his steps echoing slightly in the unusually quiet workspace. The office, usually abuzz with activity and life, now seemed subdued, reflective of the tumult

