It was already late, the night deep and quiet, and Gwen had been waiting for this moment. Damien wasn’t home, the perfect opportunity to move without questions or interruption.
She sat on the edge of her bed, her heart thudding softly in her chest as she dialed her phone.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice low but firm.
“Yes,” Sandra’s voice came from the other end, calm and steady.
“Good.” Gwen hung up, grabbed her purse, and left the room without looking back.
Down in the garage, one of Damien’s guards noticed her approach and straightened.
“Ma’am, where are you going? It’s late already. Boss wouldn’t—”
“I want to see someone real quick, and you won’t stop me,” Gwen cut him off sharply. Her tone was cold, leaving no room for argument.
The guard stepped aside immediately. Gwen
