Dorian POV
“Come on… tell me what I did wrong,” Damian whined for what had to be the tenth time, hovering way too close to my desk while I flipped through the stack of folders in front of me. “Why are you suddenly giving me the silent treatment? That’s not like you.”
When I still didn’t respond, he dramatically flopped down on my desk like a damn teenager, limbs sprawled everywhere. That finally made me pause. I lifted my gaze slowly, unimpressed.
“Get up,” I said coldly.
I didn’t even know why I wasn’t talking to him. It wasn’t some calculated decision. I just… didn’t want to.
Seeing I wasn’t budging, he didn’t move either, so I exhaled sharply and stood, brushing past him toward the bar. The burn of whiskey sounded like the only thing that could drown this headache out. I poured mys
