Scarlet
The next morning, I expected everything to go back to normal—the normal where Damien ignored me unless he was making my life difficult. The normal where I kept my head down and focused on working hard enough to forget how he once made me feel small.
But it didn’t.
The tension that had lingered since his sudden "coffee incident" remained. No harsh words. No whispered insults behind my back.
And that made it worse.
Because now, there was this uncomfortable silence. Not peace. Silence.
I noticed it immediately when I walked into the office that morning. The usual stares and quiet snickers from the others, when I arrived, weren’t there. No one was paying attention.
But he was.
Damien sat at his desk across the room, reviewing paperwork, but his eyes flicked up the second I ente
