Lena's POV
Damien was already on the phone when I walked in.
He held up one finger without looking at me, wait, and continued the call in the low, precise tone he used when he was giving instructions that would be carried out exactly as given and didn't require discussion or confirmation or any of the back-and-forth that other people needed to feel heard.
I sat down across from his desk.
I put my bag on the floor.
I waited.
My hands were completely steady on my knees and I noted that specifically, the steadiness, the absence of the tremor that had been there after the boardroom when Henry covered my hands with his, the absence of anything that looked like fear, because two hours ago I had been sitting across from Margaret Norman in a plastic chair and my hands had been steady then to
