Celeste paused at the threshold of Damien’s study, fingers brushing the frame. He didn’t see her at first, he was too focused on the screen, the soft glow lighting up the hard line of his jaw.
She knocked lightly. “You’re hiding in here again.”
Damien looked up, just a flicker of surprise before that easy smile slid into place. “I’m working.”
“On what?” She stepped inside, barefoot on the warm wood floor. The city stretched behind him in a dusk haze, all gold edges and distant noise.
“Just cleaning up some contracts,” he said, minimizing a window too quickly.
Celeste raised a brow. “You haven’t touched my new scripts for two days. Did my manager quit already?”
He leaned back, stretching his arms. “Never. You’re my highest maintenance client.” He let out a low chuckle.
“Damien.” Her
