The office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional clatter of keyboards from distant cubicles. Bella tried to steady her nerves, telling herself she could handle anything Damien threw at her. She was determined to maintain control, to stay professional, to prove that she wasn’t just another pawn in his dangerous games. Yet, the moment she stepped into his private office, the air shifted, charged with tension and unspoken intent.
Damien was leaning casually against his sleek mahogany desk, the perfect picture of control and confidence. His tailored suit hugged his frame in all the right ways, the dark fabric making his presence even more commanding. He didn’t move as she entered; he simply watched, his piercing gaze following her every step, his smirk
