EMMA
The Mayfair gallery felt like a tomb, and Damien was the undertaker. His hand remained on my shoulder, a heavy, suffocating weight that claimed ownership of my very skin. I wrenched myself away from him, my boots skidding on the champagne-slicked floor.
"Don't touch me," I spat, my voice shaking with a volatility that surprised even me. "I know what you did. I know you used my codes. I know you’re the one who trashed this place."
Damien didn't flinch. He simply stood up, smoothing the front of his overcoat with an infuriatingly calm deliberation. "Careful, Emma. Defamation is a serious charge. Especially when you’re already facing a multi-million naira lawsuit for negligence." He looked around the ruined gallery with a theatrical sigh. "I’m just here to help a friend in crisis. Mrs
