Damien pov
I sat in my office upstairs and listened to the quiet and thought about what had happened in that studio.
The staff had been rude. Not the ordinary rudeness of people caught off guard by an unfamiliar face. The deliberate kind. The kind that came from a workplace that had been allowed to develop its own hierarchy over time and did not welcome interruption from above. Even Mrs. Lome had been slower to intervene than she should have been.
I was disappointed in her.
I was more disappointed in the rest of them.
"Carina," I said.
She looked up from the desk across the room where she had been reviewing a file since we came upstairs.
"Please help me with my hand. I need to go downstairs and speak with the staff."
She came to me immediately, the way she always did, without fuss
