POV: Emma
The first thing I noticed about the man wasn't the tailored suit.
It was the shoes.
Nobody wore shoes that polished unless they were selling something... or bringing trouble.
He walked toward us with the calm confidence of someone who had never worried about missing rent, waiting for a late paycheck, or hunting for discounted groceries.
Damian's smile disappeared.
Only for a heartbeat.
If I hadn't been looking directly at him, I would've missed it.
The stranger stopped a few feet away.
"Good afternoon."
His voice was smooth.
Professional.
He looked at Damian.
"There you are."
I glanced between them.
"You know each other?"
Damian answered a little too quickly.
"No."
The suited man blinked.
"No?"
"We've never met."
That earned Damian the strangest look.
The ma
