Damian's POV
She showed me the text before dinner, phone held out like it might bite her, and I read it twice before I trusted myself to speak.
Congratulations on your meeting today. Levi's a good investor. Shame it took a Sterling connection to get you in the door, though. Must be nice, having someone hand you everything.
No name attached. No number saved. But I'd built an empire reading people who thought they were being careful, and this had Sabrina's fingerprints all over it, the specific cruelty of it, the way it was engineered to land exactly where it would hurt most.
"You didn't post anything about the meeting," I said, more to myself than to her.
"No."
"Cassian wouldn't have told her. He doesn't like her enough to give her the time of day, let alone information."
"I know." B
