Noah’s POV
Golf with Damian is never about golf.
It’s about control. About who’s winning without saying it.
The course is empty this morning, just us and the grass. We’ve been silent for 2 holes.
I finally break it, as I line up my drive. “You talk to HR yet? About the situation?”
He remains silent for a beat. “Aria’s not a ‘situation’.”
He says swinging his club.
I look at him. “Didn’t say she was. Just said we need to keep things professional after...” I trail off.
He growls as he misses his next hole.
“It’s ok I get it,” I say to him. “I got a soft spot for her too,” I say before I can stop myself. “Didn’t expect it. But I do.”
Silence.
“You shouldn’t,” he says flatly.
I turn. “And why not?”
“Because she works for us, Noah.” His jaw ticks. “We don’t s**t where we e
