MACEY
It took me thirty minutes to pull myself together after what happened in Damien’s office. Thirty minutes to look human again—to fix my hair, dab concealer under my eyes, and reapply lipstick so I didn’t look like someone who’d just had her heart sprinting through an obstacle course.
I took a deep breath before walking out of his office, forcing myself to focus on work, on emails, on literally anything that didn’t have to do with him. My heels clicked down the hall, steady and confident. I had no idea that in the next few minutes, my entire world was about to tilt.
The moment I pushed open the door to my office, my heart dropped.
Zinna was sitting inside.
She was in my chair—legs crossed, one perfectly manicured hand drumming against my desk like she was waiting for me to ar
