Damien’s POV
I had just finished a long meeting and was still in my office, going over a proposal with Mr. Prescott, the head of our financial department. The conversation was dragging on when a sharp knock came at the door. My wolf stirred inside me—it was Adrian. He never interrupted unless it was something important.
“We’ll continue this discussion later, Mr. Prescott,” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand.
“Yes, sir.” He gathered his files quickly and left.
The moment the door shut behind him, Adrian stepped forward, a box clutched tightly in his hands. His face was grave. He placed it on my desk without a word.
“What is this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“I don’t know. It arrived this morning. Ethan the he man in charge of our deliveries,said it was dropped off by someone who
