Damien’s POV
I didn’t breathe.
I didn’t blink.
Because the woman standing in front of me… was her.
Cleo f*****g Richmond.
My ex-fiancée.
The girl who once carved her name into my chest with love—and damn near carved out my heart with betrayal.
She should’ve been halfway across the globe, sulking in someone else’s penthouse, licking her
wounds with some rich rebound.
She shouldn’t be here, in my boardroom, dressed like she’d stepped out of a fantasy I didn’t ask for. Her bubble-blonde curls tumbled around her shoulders, glossy and wild, as if she hadn’t aged a day—but her eyes… They were different.
Sharper. Hungrier.
What the hell is she doing here?
Mr. Davidson cleared his throat. “Mr Voss, this is the specialist I was telling you about. Ms. Richmond. Cybersecurity and legal
