~Damien's POV~
I pushed open the door to my office, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather greeting me like an old friend. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, bathing long lines across the floor as I walked in, feeling... satisfied.
Bianca's plan was bold.
Using Elena to take down Nathan?
Not only was it clever, it was personal. And she'd meant every word. Even if it scorched her to say it. The flicker of jealousy in her eyes had been brief, but it was there. She didn't want to admit it, but I'd seen it.
Even better.
This was going better than I ever imagined.
I shrugged off my suit jacket and draped it neatly over the backrest before sinking into the seat behind my desk.
Almost instantly, a knock came at the door.
"Sir," my assistant's voice came through the door
