Damien’s POV
The door clicked shut behind James, but the silence he left behind was anything but peaceful.
Damien stood unmoving at the window, hands tucked in the pockets of his tailored slacks, eyes locked on the city that sprawled beneath him like a kingdom he no longer recognized.
“She was crying.”
The words rang in his head louder than they should have. Sharper. Unwelcome.
He hadn’t asked for details. He didn’t need to.
He could already picture it—Maya curled beside the window, small and vulnerable, trying to pretend she wasn’t breaking. Trying to stay invisible.
A bitter breath hissed between his teeth.
This is exactly why personal entanglements didn’t belong in business.
It was a distraction. A liability. A crack in the glass wall he had built around himself and this compan
