WATCHING THE FALL
(Damien's POV)
I sat at my small desk in the corner, staring at the computer screen but not really seeing anything. The contracts Eleanor had made me sign were stacked beside me, each one a reminder of how completely I had surrendered my life to her control.
Eleanor had been on phone calls all afternoon, her voice sharp and commanding as she orchestrated what she called the final phase. I tried not to listen, but fragments of her conversations cut through the air like knives.
"...photos ready for tonight?...make sure the interview goes live?...stock price falling perfectly..."
Each word made my stomach twist with guilt and helplessness. She was destroying Serena methodically, and I could only sit here and watch it happen.
At forty-five minutes past seven PM, Eleanor
