Mia stood in the center of Damien’s office.
Sophie had left, but her presence lingered like smoke. Damien could still see the calculation in her eyes. The way she’d looked at Mia. The way her lips had curved into that almost-smile.
“You can’t be here,” Damien said quietly.
“I am here,” Mia said. Her voice was steady but her hands were clenched at her sides.
“Viktor…”
“I know what Viktor said,” Mia interrupted. “I know you’re supposed to stay away from me. But I’m not staying away from you. And I need this job.”
Damien moved to his office door and locked it. The click was loud in the silence.
He turned back to face her.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I need to be close to Dr. Reid,” Mia said. “I need access to medical records. I need to understand what he’s been doing. I need evidence.”
