Carly's POV:
It was Monday.
I slumped over my desk, feeling drained. I hadn't seen Blake in two days. He'd been so busy lately.
"Carly, take this file to the Aromatic Nook on Silverbrook Lane, and make sure you give it to Mr. Damien White."
A voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I recognized her—she was the manager of the project department, I thought.
I grabbed the file, ready to head out, not noticing the calculating glint in Jane's eyes as she watched me leave.
Just to be safe, I sent Blake a quick message, letting him know where I was going.
Silverbrook Lane wasn't far from the office, just a ten-minute bus ride.
When I opened the door to the private room, I expected to see Blake. But instead, there were four or five unfamiliar men inside.
"Which one of you is Mr. Damien White
