CHAPTER 9
Rose’s POV
The elevator doors slid open, and the second I stepped out, I almost rushed back in. The faces staring back at me were reason enough.
A cluster of people stood waiting, dressed in well-pressed suits and designer dresses that said they held power. Their tailored outfits glimmered under the bright light, their shoes so polished I was sure I would see my reflection if I looked hard enough. Even without anyone telling me, I could tell they weren’t ordinary employees. They weren't in the assembly hall, so I knew these people were important.
Damien’s arm slid from my waist, but he didn’t let go of my hand. Instead, he laced our fingers tighter, as if he expected me to run. His posture shifted with his back straight, his eyes cold and burning with the kind of aura that co
