Damon's POV
There was gossip in the building. I could feel it the moment the elevator doors opened on the twenty seventh floor.
Two paralegals had tucked themselves into the back stairwell, voices low, and the word intern kept slipping through the hush like a dropped coin. A junior associate cut his eyes away the second I rounded the corner. The receptionist, who usually lit up for me, suddenly found her file tray fascinating.
By the time I reached my office, three more people had pretended not to be on their phones.
I closed the door behind me. Gently. Almost considerate. Let them talk. I liked to think of myself as the approachable Voss, but I had no illusions. Even the friendliest boss was still a boss.
What they didn't know was that an Alpha didn't need to be in the room. A door a
