Vivian was already standing before Damien finished speaking.
“What?”
Across the table, Roman’s expression sharpened immediately.
Damien’s voice remained controlled through the phone, but she could hear tension beneath it now.
“My office was searched.”
Searched.
Not robbed.
The distinction mattered.
“When did this happen?” Vivian asked quickly.
“Within the last hour.”
“Was anything taken?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Her stomach tightened instantly.
“What?”
“Get back here first.”
Then the line disconnected.
Vivian lowered the phone slowly, pulse uneven.
Roman watched her carefully from across the candlelit table.
“What happened?”
She grabbed her coat immediately.
“Someone broke into Damien’s office.”
Roman’s expression darkened slightly.
“And?”
“He says something was taken.”
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