The office was eerily quiet, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the silence. I had stayed late, pretending to finish up reports when, in reality, I was just trying to shake off the weight of my last encounter with Damon. Every moment spent in his presence unraveled me, but this time, it wasn’t just about my emotions—it was about the growing suspicion that Damon was hiding something.
I told myself I was imagining things, that it was just the remnants of our past making me paranoid, but then I heard it.
A deep voice—Damon’s voice—drifting through the slightly ajar office door at the end of the hallway. I would have walked past it, ignored it, but then another voice, unfamiliar and clipped, responded in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
“You should’ve taken care
