Damien pov
I heard everything from my office.
Not the muffled impression of voices down a corridor but the actual words, clear and distinct, the way sound carried to me now through spaces that most people assumed swallowed it. The push. The photograph. The word skank delivered in Petra's particular bright satisfied tone. All of it.
I came out before I had finished deciding to.
I found them in the corridor exactly as I had heard them, Petra at the centre of it with her phone and her two allies flanking her and Carina standing opposite them with the documents still held against her chest and her expression controlled in the way it went controlled when she was managing something she had not yet decided how to answer.
I said what I said.
Petra turned to face me.
"What?" she said. She h
