POV: Damiano
The door slammed open before I could say a word.
She stormed in like a fire I’d been stupid enough to think I could control — eyes wild, chest heaving, a folder clutched in her hand.
The folder I never wanted her to see.
She threw it at me. Papers scattered across the desk, some landing on the floor. The word *TERMINATE* burned from one of them, like it was screaming.
“What the hell is this?” Her voice cracked between fury and disbelief. “You were going to kill me?”
I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t.
She was shaking, and I could tell she hated that I saw it. Her jaw clenched, her eyes glistening but defiant. She wasn’t scared of me. Not anymore.
“Say something!” she snapped. “Tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
I picked up the paper slowly, stared at my own s
