Damon’s POV
I woke up drenched in sweat, my chest heaving and the remnants of a dream dissolving into the shadows of my room. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared at the ceiling, trying to piece together the fragments of the nightmare that had yanked me awake. But the details were already slipping away, leaving only a lingering unease that settled deep in my gut.
The day ahead didn’t promise much relief. The team meeting with Eric was set for the afternoon, and I already knew it was going to be a mess. Eric Shaw was like a damn vulture, circling me every chance he got, waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in and pick me apart. I didn’t need a crystal ball to know he’d be harping on my recovery—or lack thereof—and pushing for me to be replaced.
Rolling out of bed, I winced as
