LILIANA
His office is just like I remember it, dimly lit and very spacious with the grand oak table sitting close to the window. Behind it is a floor to ceiling drapes that feel too thick in my touch.
Drawing them apart, I’m met with the pleasant surprise of a wall of windows, granting a view of exquisite landscape draped in moonlight. It’s beautiful to behold.
The decorations on the wall are quite simple and minimalistic, very unlikely for a man as complicated as Damian. But who’s judging?
The only thing on the table are a desktop computer and some files, including a familiar one whose heading states ‘debt collateral’. Coming from a case of severe ptsd, touching that is one thing I never want to involve myself in.
Ever again.
As I look to the side of me, there’s a mini-bar with
