Damian
The pile of paperwork on my desk seemed never-ending, a mountain of reports and budget sheets threatening to avalanche at any moment. I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the headache that had become my constant companion. The curse was getting stronger, I could feel it clawing at the edges of my consciousness, like a beast rattling the bars of its cage.
"Get it together, Lancaster," I muttered to myself, forcing my eyes to focus on the budget spreadsheet in front of me. The numbers swam before my eyes, refusing to make sense.
A knock at the door pulled me from my gloomy thoughts. "Come in," I called, assuming it was Ethan with more reports. I didn't even bother looking up, bracing myself for another stack of papers to add to my personal paper mountain.
"Damian?"
My head sna
