Dante’s POV
"I’m not going anywhere, Dante."
Damien stood in front of my desk, his palms slammed flat against the mahogany surface. He looked disheveled, the plaster on his lip peeling, his eyes wild with a mixture of exhaustion and manic determination.
"The board might have given you the CEO title," he spat, leaning in, "but I am still the Vice President of Operations. I have a contract, I have shares. And I am not leaving the seat that was meant for me."
I didn't look up from the document I was signing. "Are you done?"
"No, I am not done!" He straightened up, pacing the length of the office. "You think you can just waltz back in from the dead and take everything? The company? The legacy? And f**k me, her?"
I paused, the pen hovering over the paper. I slowly raised my eyes to meet h
