Chapter 32
Rhea didn’t look up when the elevator doors slid open. She already knew who it was. His presence had started arriving before he did. The shift in the air. That strange awareness low in her chest. A tension that didn't belong in office corridors or empty elevator rides. “Late night?” His voice was casual but quiet. No one else was around. “Working,” she said, without turning. Damian stepped inside and the doors slid shut. She could feel his eyes on her reflection in the polished wall. “You always do,” he said. She glanced at the floor numbers, willing them to change faster. “Someone has to,” she said. Silence settled between them. Not awkward. Just full. Thick with something neither of them wanted to name yet. When the doors opened on her floor, she stepped out quickly. But his han
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