Clara’s POV
I’m gathering files outside Damian’s office that afternoon, sorting through a stack of merger paperwork that doesn’t strictly need sorting, when I hear the raised voices behind his closed door, unmistakably his and his mother’s, tangled together in an argument that’s clearly been building for longer than the ten minutes I’ve been standing here pretending to organize a folder.
I glance down the hallway first, checking for anyone else who might notice me lingering. The floor is quiet this time of day, most of the executive team already gone to a late lunch, leaving just enough silence that every word from behind the closed door carries clearly into the empty corridor.
“You cannot keep pretending this engagement is simply business, Damian.” Margaret’s voice, sharper than it was
