ZOELLA’S POV
Damien’s voice interrupted, effectively shattering the moment. “Oops. Forgot my watch.”
I jerked back, my cheeks flaming, scrambling to my feet like the floor had just turned to lava. Perfect. Nothing like being caught kneeling in front of your boss, very appropriate.
Julian straightened in his seat, that cool mask sliding neatly into place. Damien, who either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the tension in the room, sauntered in with his usual smug grin, his hands shoved in his pockets.
“Well, well,” he said, glancing between us. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
Julian pinned him with an icy stare, his expression not wavering. “You’re not interrupting. Grab your watch and go.”
Damien chuckled, scooping his Rolex off the table. “Relax, Hart. Just picking up what I
