~ Damon ~
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I didn’t head back to my desk.
And I didn’t even finish my drink.
It just sat there—half full, untouched—like all the other lies I hadn’t shared with her.
The moment she stepped into the office, wearing nothing but one of my shirts and that fiery look in her eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
Not because of how stunning she looked.
But because, for the first time in years, I felt the urge to spill everything to someone.
And I couldn’t let that happen.
Not now.
Not with how deep I was already in.
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The surveillance report flickered on the screen as I walked into the secured backroom—my little hideaway, the one even Lila didn’t know existed.
Lucas had finally sent over what I needed.
Security footage.
Access logs.
Hacked communications from the traitor lurking wit
